This is my all time favorite photo. Some people might think it weird to post a picture of the little girl, who I thought was mine for 5 incredible weeks, butI can't help it. It's my favorite photo. Aliyah Ann (Ali-Ann) is still a huge part of who I am and it's because of those 5 weeks with her that I'm so passionate about being a mother again. Yes, my heart breaks everytime I see this picture and I think of all the hugs and cuddles we are missing together, but my heart also smiles and melts when I remember those 5 amazing weeks.
I miss her terribly, but I look forward to bringing Sprout home and being the best mother I can be to her. I know Ali is ok. She is with her birth mother, and that really is the blessing of the story. I recently was able to see some pictures of her. Bittersweet to see how much she's grown in the last year, but not to have witnessed it. Bittersweet to see her beautiful face, but not to be able to kiss it. Bittersweet to see how long her hair is now, but not to be able to brush it.
She's a lucky little girl because she has two mommies who love her. One she just doesn't know about (and I hope she never does).