You first came to us in an envelope with letters, forms and such.
Just two tiny little pictures with nothing warm to touch.
You grew in our imagination in our hearts and in our minds.
You brought us greater joy than we ever thought we’d find.
A phone call started labor pain which lasted ’til we met.
Strangers brought together, a day we won’t forget.
You bloomed as you were planned in our hearts, our lives, our home.
Our child of chance, of plan, of will you’re now our very own.
-Author Unknown

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Bris