My husband walked the floor with the little cherub.
She was perfect.
All of our last foster placements were boys.
It was a joy to have this doll baby in our home. And we came to serve, not be served.
But the truth is, I had wanted a little girl for a long time.
Not my will be done, but thine.
Still, as my husband walked the floor with the pink bundle, he sang George Straight lullabies. She cooed and a tiny hand reached up and touch his beard. I saw her smile at him….continue reading here…
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained, Love Jami