Not flesh of my flesh

Three years ago this little girl came to us for what we assumed would be four months. Three years later and she is still here with us and just like Maddie, it is hard to remember when she wasn't a part of our lives. It hasn't been an easy road, not for any of us. Many hard fought battles, many frustrations and tears. There has been joy though in watching her grow and develop into a young lady. A satisfaction in knowing that this is a life saved, that one day we will watch her march down the aisle to her graduation, one day she will take someone's hand and join her life with theirs and that one day she will watch over her little ones sleeping just as I watch over her and the girls. I have heard this poem my whole life being an adopted child but it has truly taken on new meaning for me.

Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone
Never forget for a single minute
You didn’t grow under my heart
But in it

I hope that one day she will be able to look back and see who loved her so very, very much. We love you sweet girl.