Today, you turned nine. I missed it—but not really. I celebrated with you in my heart and with a big smile. I shopped for you as if I would see you open up that box and imagined your reaction to each gift. How you carefully unwrap the tissue because you don't want anything to fall out. Your facial expressions giving everything away. Oh sunshine, today you are nine. I remember your sitting on the floor in front of me while I braided your hair. Your wish was to be home in time for your birthday—and look! Our prayers were answered. I told you He could hear us. And that He loves you oh so much more than you can imagine. But you were also kind of sad, because you wanted me to be there, too. I know it's hard to understand sometimes. Your heart gets a little tangled up, sort of like that kite when we went to the park. You want pieces of both worlds and it feels hard to choose. I get it. But I'm happy your wish came through, sunshine. I hope that when you open your box and see the things we picked out for you, that you'll laugh, that you'll remember. Put on your birthday crown and dance around like no one can stop you—because they can't. You are brave. You had to face things that someone so small shouldn't be asked to to see. But you my girl, looked life square in face, grabbed your brother's hand, and kept marching. You sunshine, are bright. You light the world so other's can see. Just don't forget that sometimes it's okay to need someone to hold you, too. You asked if when you left your picture would be framed on the shelf too, along with our other foster loves. Yes love, it is. For a while tears would fill my eyes, but it also brings me joy. For a time, you shared your sunshine with us—and then it was time to go. I know it was hard for you, and you shared your tears with us. But I want you to know you didn't leave your strength here. You carry that with you and I know it continues to grow.
Stand tall sunshine, be sweet, and always wear a crown.
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