When God allowed her to adopt me, she thought she was the one that was blessed.... but I think of it like this: God could have picked any child needing a family that day to give to her... but He hand-picked me, and blessed ME with her and my dad. I'm blessed beyond all measure.
This picture is a couple years old.... my hairs about 13" or 14" shorter than that now... But mom looks just a beautiful as ever! ;) And she's mine! I call her my "crazy little Arab", and I call her "Madre", and I call her "Mom"... I call her "Mother".... I call her "Friend".....
She's my hero in so many ways... she's my example for the Proverbs 31 woman... and my prayer is to be as great of a mom one day that she is for me! :)
I Love You, Madre!
You can read my story right here on this blog!
Click this link: "I Grew In Her Tummy"