As I kissed her goodnight and said I love you I remembered that someone else gave birth to her. Her China mom, I pray and wish that she knows how much her daughter is loved, that I kiss those little toes and hold her when she is sad. That her daughter laughs when she gets tickled or makes a funny noise. That she has plenty of food and a warm bed. She has one big brother that will do just about anything to make her happy and another that likes to call her peanut, he loves her too but also like to push her little buttons. A Daddy who adores her and loves to teach her to give big strong hugs. A YeYe who calls her sweetie and grandparents and aunts, uncles and tons of friends who love her.
I am off to wrap her gifts and get ready for her special day. No party tomorrow that will be in a couple weeks but a day to celebrate our daughter turning 3.

