A friend recently commented, as she watch Loafie playing with the boys that it seems like she has always been part of the family.
As I watched Loafie throughout the day, I couldn't agree more with that statement. As I reflected back over the last couple years, I marvelled at how difficult her adoption was and the different challenges we faced. I thought about the big girls negative reactions when I told them we had one more baby we needed to bring home.
It was a stressful time, dark at moments, filled with worry over her health due to prenatal circumstances and doubt that another person would be good for our family dynamic. I tried to have constant faith, but I'm weak and I doubted, but still she came home.
As I watched Loaf run and jump into the arms of her sisters I marveled at the unseen miracles of that time. One of those being her sisters. The big girls knew what a new baby would mean and they questioned and were angry, but as I watched them kiss her I knew that the greatest of miracles had occurred.