Laying across my bed this evening, my daughter Angela came in and crawled up beside me. It was not long before she was sharing my pillow. Snuggling in my blanket and had her feet kicked up on top of me so I could rub her legs and feet for her.

Her long black hair smelled like grapes from the kids shampoo I had bought her. It was soft and shiny and flowing down her back. I brushed it aside when she rolled over on her tummy so I could scratch her back.

I began telling her how tiny she was as a baby. How I began rubbing her feet and legs and back when she was just a two weeks old. A routine that we had not stopped.

I told her how precious she is to me. How much I had appreciated her fixing me chicken soup that afternoon. She came in from school and I was getting my IV antibiotics for my foot. When out of the blue she went in the kitchen and came back with some hot chicken soup and crackers for herself and for me.

My little girl was growing up. A bit to quickly for my taste. I want to freeze her in time and capture each moment in my memories for life. Yesterday she was 8 days old. Today she is 8 years old.

So much time has passed and so many wonderful and tender moments have been created by having her in our life.

Her birth mother may never know how very much we appreciate her token of the gift of life she gave birth to and blessed us with. But God will know.
Today and everyday. Because he will hear my prayers that I send up for my children and for the woman who was kind enough to lend them to me.

To every birth mom out there. Thank You from the bottom of our mothers hearts for allowing us the chance to be a mom. The gift of life you gave lives on in the sparkle of each child's eye and in every glimpse of their smile. I for one adoptive mom appreciate you for choosing to share the gift of life. Thank You.