... in Indiana, a dark haired, dark eyed little girl was born.
Was her mom and dad excited with this new life they held?
Did she squint, wiggle and squirm and have all those new baby sounds?
Was she a good sleeper?
Did she have colic?
Did she nurse well?
These things, as her gramma, I don't know.
I wasn't there.
In fact, I didn't get to know this angel until she was 7 turning 8.
Due to some choices her parents made, and decisions made by those in authority to protect children, she became a participant in our county foster care, Just a few weeks after we loved her into our family she had her 8th birthday.
I was there for that.
I pondered what her little life of 7 years had withstood.
I watched as she tentatively watched us.
She smiled a lot. She was kind. She knew how to love and receive love.
I prayed then that her 8th year {and beyond} would be kinder to her than her first 7 had been.
I thanked God for allowing us to love her...even just a short while, until her home situation could improve and she could be in a better, safer place.
We were new to foster care at that time, and it's all I knew how to do. Love those that we came in contact with and pray for them.
Prayers get answered. {always}
Her 8th year was kinder to her. Her 9th year she was adopted into our family. Her home situation did improve and she is in a better, safer place.
Tomorrow we celebrate our grand daughter's 10 birthday!
We're having her favorite breakfast of sausage gravy and biscuits.
I'll listen to her stories, her giggles and laughter and all the sounds excited 10 year old girls make.
I'll be there for that.
I'll thank God for allowing us to love on her, and I'll pray that her 10th year will be all that God wants it to be....
and I'll be there...
watching, cheering and loving on this beautiful young lady as we continue to celebrate birthdays with her.
Happy Birthday Halli Rae!!
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