I don't know your story, but I wish did.
Sometime on this day in 2003 you entered a maternity hospital somewhere in Moscow, your body contracting in labor. Was it a long grueling ordeal? Was it painful? Were you scared? Were you alone?
I don't know.
I do know you gave birth to a beautiful, brown haired, healthy baby girl that weighed 6lbs and a few ounces.
In 2003 we had absolutely no idea what you were going through halfway across the world and that we would eventually be forever connected to you.
But God did.
When I daydream about you I like to think you were possibly a college student or just starting out in your career and not quite ready for a baby at that time. But I don't know. I like to think that you are more settled now in your life and are achieving whatever goals you've set. But I don't know. I like to think you are a dark haired, green-eyed athletic beauty with a quick mind, joyful spirit and a spunky, independent personality. But I don't know.
But God does.
I do know you could have made another choice eight years and nine-ish months ago, but you chose life.
And there are no words to adequately express our humbled hearts and deep gratitude for your selfless gift.