Every Day……

Every day I have been racked with guilt for losing something precious I had intended to give to a woman thousands of miles away.
Every day I have looked for it. I had found the original paper but the translation was lost.
Everyday I prayed to find it. So I could assure a woman half a world from me; the babies she had cared for…my daughters she had cared, for were safe. So I could tell her how they have not just survived but thrived.
Everyday I had wrestled with sheepishly going to another friend for another translation….just one more time….embarrassed that I had lost something of such value.

This woman had fed my children and bathed them…cared for them as if they were her own. We didn’t speak the same language but we did our best to exchange love notes about my girls. Not everyday..but every week she would send me stories about how they were doing. She loved them. She still loves them. She even now, three years later aches for them…neither one of us birthed there girls… But we love these two girls…and in that everyday we are united. Their foster mom was more then I could be at the time… I here and the girls in Guatemala. Only she could kiss them when they fell and tuck them in at night.

Everyday I looked for this letter I had wrote to her and had translated… I was resigned to thinking it had been thrown in the trash… But today I saw it peak out from under the bed!

So this day she will get a letter from the two little girls she holds so dearly in her heart. This day she will know they are strong and happy. This day she will know they run and laugh and rise above all that has been thrown at them. This day she will sleep knowing they are happy and loved.

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