Tears in Heaven
Meg, my eight-year-old, is saying some very wise things lately. Last night we came across a baby’s T-shirt that I was saving because Regina’s foster mother had sent it with her. Meg wanted to know what clothes I’d saved from her own days in Korea. I mentioned the snowsuit that covered her pink outfit. This reminded Meg of the story she’s heard us tell of how her foster mother, after a moving prayer in which Meg was transferred into my arms, snatched her back again and covered her more warmly. “You know, Mom,” Meg said now, “I think she was … Continue reading