Today we sent off our family book to our girls in Haiti.  This will be the book that they sit down with when they are told that God is giving them a home with a forever family.  This will be the first time they see our faces.  This will be the first time they hear our names.  This will be the beginning of a new life for them.  As I put this book together I fretted over which pictures to use, which words to write, how to convey our love for them without overwhelming them. Then I realized that none of that matters.  For the next six months these two little girls will be told about a family who loves them  They will flip through the pages of this book every day.  They will have it read to them in Creole a hundred times.  they will know that God has a plan for them.  That is what matters.  And then, one day in October, they will see us, and touch us, and talk to us.  That is what will matter.  I hope that book is loved to pieces by the time I see it again.  I hope the pages are torn and the pictures are wrinkled, and the words are rubbed off.  I guess if I saw it in banged up shape I would know that we are loved too.  That those two little girls are falling as in love with their new family as we are with them.