Angels Working Overtime

A poem that I want to share with each of you. This allows each of you to know how Justin and I feel about our lives, and the pending adoption of our son.

Listen up, my little glory,
while I tell you the story,
of just how you became mine.

Up near Cloud Seven
sits a place called Heaven
where angels work overtime.

A few followed me one day,
ruthlessly, I'd say,
and one got into my head.

I tried to shake her out
but she just began to shout,
and here is what she said:

"There's a baby far away from here
who belongs with you, my dear.
Go and bring him home.

He's a gift from above,
made just for you, with Love,
so you won't be alone."

So I took the angel's advice
and I didn't think twice,
as I boarded a giant plane.

I flew a whole day through,
and then a whole night, too,
and I'd do it all again.

For when the plane landed,
to me, a baby was handed,
and it was a dream come true.

Wrapped up nice and cozy,
your cheeks were all pink and rosy,
smiling up at me, was you.

Continue to pray for Wyatt Andrey. Tell him we will be there as soon as we can to get him and bring him to his forever home!