I knew that this time would come when my daughter would reach the age at which my life was changed. I can remember being 4 almost like it was last week, vague memories mixed with a culmination of very vivid ones. I was adopted in 1989 in the month of April. Almost exactly a month from my 4th birthday I was introduced to the ones that I would call my parents, whom never actually earned that title. So now that my little girl is getting closer to where I was I can not help but think of her and how her life will be different going forward. Amazing the similarities in our faces, and eyes, and the hope that life will be all that it is meant to be. I can only Pray that she will have more smiles than tears...
