is a funny thing!! My love is so strong for this child that I have never held in my arms or even seen. My heart breaks a little more everyday that she is not with me.I hear her little voice over the phone and I shed tear because I want to hold her so bad.I watch the boys play and think of her and that she should be here with her brothers,the 3 of them together the way it was ment to be.I go in her room and look at her empty crib and picture her asleep in it and then I sit down and cry.I hear her cry out for me in my sleep and I wake to find that she is not here but over 600 miles away in a strangers house sleeping peacefully.I thank God that she has a wonderfull foster mother that never gets upset because I call so often just to have the only closeness i can have with my grandbaby.
Every night when I say my prayers I beg God to make them see what this child means to me and how much I love her.Then just before I fall asleep I wisper to her and make her the promise that I will fight for her That I will find a way to bring her home to her family and that she will never have to leave us again.