Last night when I took Anna into bed, we were having quiet time, talking and playing and singing. I told her the story of what happened 5 years ago about how her brother and sister and I were sitting in the old house, discussing and choosing to bring a baby home and how the same time I called that day – she was born just a bit before.
That it was a miracle how it all laid out, and I know the story is for me to remember and honor – but it feels right to share with her each year.
Still brings tears to my eyes…
love
anna’s mom
