We will move forward toward both our girls. We will pray that Peach is ready to go when we get there. If she isn’t, we will go back for her. And someday I will post a picture of all five of them blissfully swinging away.
In my fantasy, our pediatric heart surgeon decides he has always wanted to go to Eastern Europe, and operating on Peach is the perfect excuse to do it. He does a little Doctors Without Borders pro-bono thing, fixes my girl and brings me back the golden coin. Then a few weeks later we fly over and scoop her and Mallory up. Everyone lives happily ever after. A girl can dream, right?
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Lovin' that dream with ya sista! That would be awesome!
PRAYING THAT YOUR DREAM COMES TRUE! Our God is an Amazing God!
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