We were a family of 8 for a year and a half because we said yes to loving a little girl we knew we would have to give back. Last week, we gave her back. And it hurts.
I miss the dark gloss of her hair. The tottering run. The shining arc of her eyes. And, of course, her smile. Not sure there ever was, or ever will be, a better smile.
He gives, He takes. And we are changed by the exchange.