Draven
There is nothing more perfect than watching the woman you love with her children. The children she believed she would never get to be a real mother to. The way Marnie sings to Lydia and Amber while bathing them, dressing them, and putting them to bed. The way little Lydia sings along with Marnie while little Amber watches with a smile on her face. It all amazes me. Those are my girls – the loves of my life.
Lydia and Amber have been home with us for two days, and they’ve settled in nicely as if they’ve always been with us. Although, both girls have woken up each night crying and calling for their mother. Amber because it was dark and she didn’t know where she was, Lydia because she could hear Amber crying. The poor kid seemed to be ever on the lookout for something to go wrong, fo
