When I first met you, oh lovely daughter of mine, you weren’t as talkative as you are now. I remember you running up to me and lifting your arms basically asking me to hold you even though the foster mother told me you were very shy. I remember thinking about how quickly you accepted me into your heart and how I accepted you into mine. I remember after letting you down, you dragged me from the hall to the table to color with you and we both ended up making rainbows because they always brighten our day. I remember the day I adopted you as my daughter and the first thing we did together was go to the beach because we both loved to play in the sand. I even remember nights when things became rough and how I would cry from stress, but you would sit on my lap and pat my cheek as if saying “mom, everything will be alright.” and now I’m going to remember this day. The day we both announced you were getting a little sister. The readers don’t know how happy you were to come to the appointment with Miles and I. They don’t know how you smiled at every nurse and doctor while you held my hand. They don’t know how you gasped when you heard your little sister heart beat for the first time nor how excited you were to take this picture to show everyone what we were having. I, however, know I will cherish this memory forever. You and your sister are my little butterflies that guide me through my life. I want to thank you both for showing me there is more to life then what the eyes can see because I have never loved someone more then I love both of you and Miles.