This morning at church, I sent one of my daughters for Jonathan. I was gathering all my chicks, so to speak, and this is what transpired.
As Jonathan was making his way toward the stairs, one of Hannah's friends asked him where he was going.
And what he answered, I hope I never forget. He said,
"My mama called me.
She loves me.
She wanted me.
And she's happy she has me."
And then he made his way down the steps.
That, my friends, is a snapshot of the miracle of adoption.