A thought that has gotten me through the last year is that my kids had parents who loved them very much. They had a mother who wouldn't let them go even when she was sick. They had parents who remembered their first steps and their first smile. They had parents who thought God had hung the sun and moon and stars on them.
And now they have us.
And I believe they are the cutest, funniest, smartest, sweetest kids even when they pout, and refuse to eat, and can't figure out how to tell time despite endless repetition, and all the other things that at times drive me crazy.
If Jack and Jaiden were adopted right now (especially today), they would be lucky not to be dumped in the river. Justine would definitely be a hand full and would have Nebiet in tears, I 'm sure. I also believe that Eyob and Nebiet would love my children just as much as I love their children. And I also believe that they are smiling down from heaven as they watch their children grow. Until we all meet again.