I don’t know how many of you read a post I wrote awhile back when I was feeling sad that I didn’t have any baby pictures of our newest daughters who arrived last summer at the ages of 9 and 11. Here’s the link if you missed it.
Yesterday I went out to the mailbox to find a small, dense envelope from our adoption agency. I ran inside to open it with my girls, and burst into tears when I saw that yes indeed there were baby pictures.
Precious, precious gift. Both to me and to my girls.
I made copies for the girls to thumb through, along with enlargements of the nicest ones, some for their room and some for me. This afternoon I hung their baby pictures on my photo wall along with the baby pictures of all my other children. This completed a project I began more than a decade ago. A project I began when I had no idea how difficult it might be to get baby pictures of some of my children.
Those pictures were taken a decade ago as well. Certainly our daughters’ first mom intended them as gifts for the girls. The girls were so thrilled to see these precious links to their past, proof that they were loved and adored by their first family.
But it touches me to think that even back then, God knew the longing that would be in my own heart. To see my girls when they were babies.
“These pictures will bring joy to Mary’s heart,” I imagine my Heavenly Father saying with satisfaction each time the shutter clicked.
And so they have.