|Oksana (left - 8) and Amy (right - 10)|
I long to wrap my arms around her as she sits in my lap, and rock her gently back and forth as if she'd been mine forever.
I long to brush and stroke her silky, chestnut tresses.
I long to dress her like a princess and release her from the stigma she's faced every day as an orphan.
I long, with all my heart, to teach her about Jesus, and His Father--the God who has adopted me (Gal. 4:5).
I long for my baby to be home...