Once upon a time, I walked into a room full of little black babies at Princess Alice Adoption Home. I scanned the room looking at them all. There were 30 babies under the age of 2. Some were crying, some were sleeping, some just staring up at the ceiling. Most didn't noticed that I had entered...but there was one, just one, who stood up in her little crib and our eyes met. She smiled the brightest smile at me and our hearts connected. Her name is Precious.
Today I'm a little sad. For a few reasons; one being I'm a lonely wife, but also because today I went to the orphanage that I've been volunteering at for the last 6 months and found out that my little Precious (who turned 1 this week) is being adopted. When the lady told me, I started to cry. I am SO extremely happy that she has found a home. She is going to have a mom and dad and be raised like every child should. But I am also sad because I will never see this gorgeous little girl again. I wish I had a picture of her, but I know that the image I have of the first time we met will stay with me forever. I also hope that all the other children will be as lucky as Precious is someday. They all deserve it.