Family

My children prayed every day for "our little girl in Haiti".    It was our dinner ritual that maybe offered a glimmer of hope.  Yet,   I started to think that for my kids this prayer was becoming nothing more than habit.  A statement they were supposed to say, but a prayer that I wasn't sure a chid could grasp.  I had thought that with time,  a child's reality begins to fade.  I was wrong.  My kids adore their new sister.

Every morning the kids pace outside Josie's door  waiting to pounce as if they were cats on the prowl.  When out she comes,  they maul her with hugs, kisses and those touches of magic that only children can understand.  She plays right along, looking as if she has always been here.

I am so proud of my kids.  They love Josie as much as Kelly and I do.  In their eyes there is not one small piece of jealousy.  They understand her needs, as well as the needs of their parents.  They watch, they listen.  Our kids learn from us and we learn from them.  Together we will teach Josie the meaning of family.

By the way, I unpacked my bag...