Happy Birthday Kelly!

I love a good birthday!What  I really love is other peoples good birthdays! That way I can have all the fun and not get any older!


Well, today is Kelly's birthday. Kelly recently adopted Miss Charlotte. And Miss Charlotte was from region 15H, just like Carina. I'm also very partial to region 15H.
Anyway, while Kelly was in country adopting Charlotte and visiting with her , she meet a Princess. This princess  is still there, waiting .  


Below is a completely stolen post from Kelly's blog. Her words left me feeling absolutely devastated. And since I read it I have not been able to forget any of her words.Sometimes a story grabs your heart. I've heard so many heart wrenching stories about the ones left behind, and honestly they all leave me feeling so sorrowful. But sometimes one just touches you a little differently. This was one of them.


I wish I could have gotten this posted earlier, but the day didn't allow it. Better late than never. Happy Birthday Kelly! I hope Kacey's mom reads your post. You know I even prayed that Kacey and Carina would be sisters. 

 Here is Kelly's post:

Dreams, redux.

She begins her daily walk toward me, uneven and slightly halting, as soon as she sees the groupa room door open.

Before long, her arms are wrapped around my leg and she is looking up at me.

She doesn’t make a sound.  She doesn’t have to.  Her piercing blue eyes speak volumes.

When is someone coming for me?  Can someone love me, just as I am?

And then I wake, brokenhearted all over again. 

Kacey.

One of the ones we left behind.  The only child with special needs in Charlotte’s former groupa that does not have a mama coming for her.

At some point at the end of that first trip, Kacey stopped asking me if I was her mama.  Maybe it was hearing me respond “nyet” each time she asked.  Maybe one of her caregivers explained.  Maybe she just knew.  She simply resigned herself to being left behind—again.

On the second and third trips, Kacey would simply hug my leg and stare up at me.  I will never know what Kacey was asking for in those silent moments—but I will never forget how her body relaxed and melted into me when I would reach down and stroke her fine blonde hair.

She deserves love all the time, not just when families are passing through her groupa room.

She deserves comfort from a family while she recovers from surgeries for her Apert Syndrome.

She deserves acceptance and opportunity and a family to help her blossom.

Think about it.

Is she your daughter?

If you think she might be, please contact Reece’s Rainbow.

If adopting is not something you can do right now, please share this blog post and her picture.

Donate to her grant fund.  It only has $200 in it right now.

Please help me show Kacey that she isn’t forgotten—and that there is someone, somewhere dreaming of making her their daughter.

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