when she cries
London is a gift to our family. To every single one of us. Her presence from the day I found out I was pregnant until now has been an instrument used to bond our family of seven. A baby for all of us. Something that we could all be a part of from the very beginning. When the nausea and fatigue became so intense, I watched all four of my children learn to care for one another. And then as my belly began to grow, questions began to form in their own hearts about their own beginnings. I began to answer questions from my daughters that I had not expected to journey through until the teen years. The joy of new life growing in our home lived right beside some intense grief. Adoption is a hard thing to process as an adult and my soul just hurt as I watched my four and six year old try to deal with emotions way above their age level. And I had to do some grieving and processing of my own to have some answers for those questions that came without warning. For much of my pregnancy I