It was around bedtime when she ran in, eyes sparkling with a shy little grin on her face. Her hands were clasped tightly and she jumped up and down with excitement. "Mommy? I have a belated Christmas gift for you!"
"It's for your adoption fund, Mommy!" She opened her hands and placed into mine the twenty cents she'd been hiding. "The sooner you have the money, the sooner we can adopt, right Mom?" Her arms wrapped around me tightly and she squeezed, this sweet girl wanting desperately to be a big sister again.
It wasn't the act of generosity or her childlike faith that started my tears...it was her love for this little person that she doesn't even know yet-her love for her new little brother (or sister...or twins) that melted my heart. She isn't worried if she'll love a sibling that looks different from her or concerned that the new child's family history is different than hers. She doesn't even care about those things. She just knows that babies are a blessing and she can't wait to have another one in the house.
I love my girl and the beautiful big sister's heart that she has. Twenty cents has never meant so much.
