Oh Christy, last weekend was such a time of joy!   For your setting a high goal – and then achieving it.   For your good taste in furnishing your apartment.   For your ability to stay sane with so many people milling around in your apartment and in your face.   For getting your hood on right!  

For keeping high morals in the midst of temptations.   For choosing a Bible-believing church, and not just attending it.   For knowing you are HIS.  For making me feel important to your life.

Dear Birth Mama,

I think about you a lot during the holiday season, and when I think about you, a deep seated thankfulness wells up within me. Why? Because you sacrificed so much to give me my family.

When I was five years old, I took my first dance lessons. I was so proud of my tiny pink slippers and walked around on my tiptoes everywhere I went. Before my first recital, I was almost too nervous to go on stage.

Dear Mom,

Once upon a time, when i was a little girl, you drove me around on errand days and told me of the adventures of Princess Hide and Seek. She was a girl who made the right decisions even when others did not.

Papa,

When I was a little girl, you used to take me on "road trips" on Saturday mornings. We would pick up dry cleaning, go to a book store, or visit the cobbler. We would usually stop for a treat on the way home or stop by a park so that we could play. You taught me to enjoy the little things in life.

I felt like the most important girl in the world that my daddy wanted to spend time with me.

I still feel that way.

We are grown ups now (you, 18 and graduating from high school, and me, 22 and married) but we will always think of each other as fun-loving, trouble-making kids. 

Growing up, it was always just you and me.