Our Miracle Girl

This is it.  This is the moment I've been waiting for.  These are the days of perfect cuteness.  I didn't think it would be here so soon.  At 15 months, it seems that Jacie couldn't be any cuter.  Beginnings of the parrot stage are emerging as she attempts to echo familiar words.  When she mimics my gestures or certain routine behaviors, I'm taken off-guard and given a small glimpse into the workings of her little-girl mind, what she's absorbing and how she's interpreting what she sees. I loved the baby stage, but this is the stage I've most been looking forward to.  I find myself watching her constantly, memorizing the toddling movement of her baby legs, adoring the light in her smile when she is amused, studying her when she's concentrating on a toy or newly acquired skill.  I want to capture these days in my memory, to drink in her sweet innocence and cherubic expressions.  As dreams of having a family seem once again to elude us, I turn again to look at her, our miracle girl, Heaven's answer to our prayer, and find faith to believe anew that God is up to something I can't see.