This is the story of adopting my second daughter from China. I grew up with two sisters. I always told people that God knew I was going to need more than one, so he gave me two. I want my daughter to have the same opportunities of knowing the love and bond between sisters.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Monday morning is not the best time to present Mom with bad news
Monday mornings are difficult enough, but when you are trying to brush your teeth, and your daughter hands you a sealed envelop addressed "To the parents of" at 7:00 a.m.
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