I've had two posts that were pretty unrelated rattling around in my brain: one on how blessed we as a family have been by the people who cared for our kids in their infancies and toddlerhoods and one on some of the interesting things I've read lately.
Then I read this today (Cries in the Night from No Hands But Ours) and it combines both.
I especially liked these words "Lord, how blessed we are because of this woman. It is no small thing to receive a child who is so ready to be loved and comforted and touched and held. She gave us that gift."
I am the mom of two kids who were loved well before they knew me as a mom. We've, of course, had grief and anger from our kids but that is a great testament to those who came before us. My kids were borne into my arms knowing how to love and trust, knowing how to giggle and laugh, knowing how to hug and kiss, all while missing a life that was good but a life that was still not a family. That is one of the biggest blessings I have received.