I walked into my house and saw this (as I always do) but in the mirror was me holding my sleeping baby girl. I remembered how long and painful it was waiting for her. There she was sound asleep in her mamma's arms, from a morning of . . .
water pots at Grandmas house.
HOW GRATEFUL I AM!!!
Please e-mail me. I have some questions about your daughter's SN. I found your blog through No Hands But Ours.
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