Fourteen years ago, we adopted a little girl from Kazakhstan—tan skin, brown eyes, and a smile that lit up the room. At her first family outing, a waitress asked, “What?! Didn’t her Mom want her?”
I held her tiny hand and said firmly, “Yes. I want her very much.”
She was, and always has been, deeply wanted. Over the years, she’s taught us that love knows no color, family is built by the heart, and belonging is chosen.
Today, she’s growing into a strong, joyful young woman—and she will always know one truth: she is loved, she is wanted, and she belongs—forever.