Some women were just born to be mothers. My wife and Emrie's mother was such a woman. When her dream of having a child of her own became an impossibility she quickly embraced God's plan for adoption. Amy became a mother on August 17, 2002. The long awaited "hand off" would take place at Tates Creek Christian Church. We in the adoption world like to call it "gotcha" day. Emrie Elizabeth was 6 weeks old when we brought her home.
Amy was a natural when it came to motherhood. She was a gifted teacher. Every moment with Emrie was a teachable moment. She was always so patient with her. To this day, I see so much of Amy in our daughter. Her dramitic personality, her love for music [I think she's going to be a pianist], her love for books, her generosity, and so much more.
I'm not sure I'll ever understand why Amy's time as a mother was abbreviated. But I trust that God knows what He's doing. My prayer is that the three plus years Amy spent with Emrie will leave an indelible impact upon her life.
We miss you Ame.