Thursday, March 18, 2004
Ron called me back to his room last night after he went to bed. He gave me a big hug and said, "Mommy, I love you." I can't remember the last time this kid, who is taller than me and shaving, called me Mommy. For a long time, I wasn't sure we could pour enough love into these needy boys to fill that hole in their hearts caused by bouncing between an abusive birth home and foster homes. Every day I am encouraged.
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