Twenty-three years ago, a beautiful little girl was born. From the get-go, she was sweet, sensitive, and rather shy. She has grown into a young woman of whom I am so proud. She has worked hard to overcome challenges, and recently told me she is trying to face her fears, and asked me if I would write her story and share it here on the blog, in hopes she can inspire others through their own struggles. Although I offered to publish an auto-biographical piece for her, she wanted me to write her story from my perspective. At her request, and with her approval of this post, I share the following:
The phone rang, and the social worker on the other end informed me that a baby girl had been born 10 weeks early and drug-exposed. She wasn't ready to be released from the medical facility where she was currently staying, but would we be interested in being her foster-to-adopt parents? Of course! When John and I filled out our paperwork, we indicated that we were comfortable with a premature bab…
The phone rang, and the social worker on the other end informed me that a baby girl had been born 10 weeks early and drug-exposed. She wasn't ready to be released from the medical facility where she was currently staying, but would we be interested in being her foster-to-adopt parents? Of course! When John and I filled out our paperwork, we indicated that we were comfortable with a premature bab…
OH I Want one so bad! please pray for me...
ReplyDeleteAdorable! She looks just like Grandma. :0)
ReplyDeleteShe is precious and has such beautiful hair and eyes.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely adorable! Just look at all that hair. You have every right to be proud as punch.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet, she's got her little hands folded!
ReplyDeleteOh my word, she is adorable! Bring on the shameless photos as often as you want.
ReplyDeleteNothing shameful about it, Kristi! It's called "Being a Gramma!" She is adorable!
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