Six months ago today we were trudging through the snow to enter for the first time the orphanage where Baby V has lived since she was a month and a half old. Six months ago today the caregiver handed me this precious baby and I, in that moment, became her mother.

When I looked at the calendar this morning and realized what today is, I determined in my heart to be glad today. Not sad. I can choose. Today I choose not to dwell on the unfairness of it all. I choose rather to focus on the wonderful people and things in my life that I do have - right here, right now.

And that even includes V, because she is here with us in our hearts and in our home. Each morning as we eat breakfast as a family we pray for V knowing that she will soon be getting ready for bed, just as we are starting our day. The sweetest prayers come from D as she so purely lifts her baby sister up to God.

I recently saw this poem and I feel that it just fits today. So I want to share it: