Big Fat Seven!

Here's my seven year old miracle! After seven years of being unable to conceive, a lost of hope, and a decision to adopt, sneakly little Gracie surprised us all! I love the name Hope but Grace seemed to be the name for her. After having her around for just a little while the tears would come as I came to feel that she really did come to me through the Grace of Heavenly Father, truely a gift from Him. An actual miracle. For me. She came, slipping through the heavens to my eager, earthly arms. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness

But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

Wordsworth ode to immortality

We enjoyed a lovely celebration.

Much eating, singing, opening of presents, and of course lots of yacking! Grace was so overcome with her presents, esp. her new art stuff, that she couldn't stop to have any of her birthday cake.
She didn't even ask for it until the next day!