Who is this child?

Last night I asked myself that question when I was putting Emma, my 5 year old daughter, to bed. She snuggled up to me and put her ring finger and pinkie on top of my hand...just enough to know I was close. She tossed her head, brown curly cues flopped onto the pillow pet that my head was laying on. I literally asked myself, "who is this precious little girl? When did she become mine (ha!) and when did she become so big?"

While scratching her back, I was overwhelmed with sorrow as I thought, yet again even that very hour, about the moms from Newton who had their loves ripped away. I was overwhelmed with gratitude that my little love was next to me. And I was overwhelmed with the fact that she is OUR responsibility. No one else cares for her needs like we do, and no one else hurts when she hurts, like we do.

Sun set last night. Sun rose today.
We all still got to wake up and live another day together in the Snow household. Blessed.
Griffin and I cuddled on the couch with his favorite truck book this morning (I never realized I would one day memorize all the different kinds of trucks that exist out there! Welcomed relief, however, from the names of all the My Little Ponies.) 
My brain hit repeat and once again I was overwhelmed with my love for one of my little loves. I told him about his brother in Africa and how, if he is born already, he is not cuddling and learning about trucks.

Who is that child? Not sure yet.
But the point of all this is that no matter who he is or when he joins this family, he will fit right in. I am sure I will be overwhelmed with sorrow for his buddies we can't bring home with us. I am sure I will be overwhelmed with gratitude that he got to leave, and come with us. And I am positive that I will be overwhelmed with the fact that he is another peanut we are responsible to raise and point to Jesus.

Thank you God for trusting us with these little loves. What an honor.