Today's Her 1st Birthday as a Florida

It's almost 8 am tomorrow morning in Ethiopia right now. In her time zone her birthday is over and a new day is beginning. She's a year older and I wonder who noticed. The sweet orphanage workers put on a birthday bash for the kids every year...birthdays are celebrated, all at once in a group. But was there anyone who singled her out...on the day she was born....to celebrate that it happened? She's a Florida now....at least almost.....and I hope the letters we sent got there in time for her to know that 8 people on the other side of the world are oh-so-glad that she was born 15 years ago today.

I wonder how many of her birthdays have gone by like this....how many years since her first Momma was alive to recount the details of the day she was born and dream with her about the next? How many years since her first Daddy treated her like she was the birthday gift?

I know her Heavenly Father has continued to celebrate and sing over her day after day and year after year. She's always been the apple of His eye. He's brought us together and is already redeeming the lost moments.

Your new family is ready, sweet girl, to fill up the gaps and celebrate you. On this day you were born, we're all a bit daydreamy....wondering about all the things of you that we don't know yet and dreaming about what's yet to come. Our faces haven't met yet...but it sure feels like our hearts have. Happy Birthday, darling daughter!

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