Tuesday 5 November 2013

This Weekend I Met a Miracle

This little farmer boy, cuddled up on my chest, snoozing away, content, happy, well fed, well loved, adored and oh so wanted, is a living breathing little miracle.


Because the woman who gave birth to him, searched her heart, knew she could not care for him, nor could the biological father. She decided to give him a the best she could in life, she made a selfless, heart breaking decision, she gave him to Miss Mouse and the Farmer. Well lets be serious, they gave him to our whole family. What a gift we got, what a get big, nothing else like it gift. Words are not big enough and grand enough to cover what they did for us, for him. Nothing covers it completely. Miracle is just the start.

He is doted on by his grandparents:


Every move, squeak and facial expression is watched, marveled at and documented:


He is the new core of this family and it does not matter one speck where he came from, he is ours.


precious, miraculous, sweet baby boy. Our best gift ever!!

Toodles,

Great Aunty Linda.

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