EVERYDAY
I feel overwhelming gratefulness of gifts given.
Three little faces
As different as can be
Come running
Always excited to see me.
The beauty of adoption is that I don't see brown or white or almond eyes. I see three brothers briefly gifted to love, mold, and nurture.
We capture special moments when we can.
Even if it's on a stool in the middle of the kitchen.
Imagination encouraged means upside-down piled-up furniture.
Silliness prevails often.
And the love of family is better caught than taught.
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