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One Year Ago...


One year ago we met this little boy. 
One year ago, we became a family of four.


One year ago our lives shined a little brighter.
We learned our son had a smile that could light up a room and eyes that twinkled with love. 


One year ago we started a bond and an attachment with a child that will forever be ours. 
We officially became a Forever Family.



One year ago a brotherhood began.
Their ties are strong and become tighter every day.


One year ago...


We often say adoption is not for the weary. We not only had to run a race to bring our child home, but we ran a full marathon, a marathon riddled with twists, turns, and hills. The cheering along the way from our family and friends kept us going, and many prayers to our good Lord above kept us running even when we felt like catching a break. One year ago our lives completely changed and there has been no looking back. BOTH our boys are our world, our joy, our chaos, our fun, our love, our excitement, our laughter, our tears, our hearts, and our prayers. 


Here is to the next year of love and family.

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In Christ~
Mara




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