I just wanted to mention an experience I had with Leah, this morning: I was sitting in my office, hard at work, when she came into the room. She ran up alongside me and, having gotten my attention, looked up into my eyes and said, “I’m so glad you adopted me!” The smile on her face said it all, and I grabbed her and held her tight. “I’m glad we adopted you, too,” I responded, and let her down. With that, she ran away, back to whatever she’d been doing.
Do I have a great daughter, or what?
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