Probably one of the hardest things for my mommy heart is knowing that my Princess endured open heart surgery all by herself. As far as we can tell, her orphanage nanny dropped her off at the hospital then picked her up a few weeks later.
Who held her?
Who rocked her?
Who dried her tears?
I've seen this child after surgery, I know how desperately she wants and needs to be held and rocked and cuddled.
When she was in China, I specifically prayed that God would make himself known to her little heart. I never really expected an answer to calm my heart.
But she recently drew this.
And when I asked her what it was she said her angel.
But she explained that it was no ordinary angel. No, this angel only came a few times. She told me she saw him in the operating room at Daddy's hospital when she had her surgery. But he left when we came back to sit by her in recovery.
But, she saw him for the first time when she cried in her sleep. In China. In the hospital.
He came every single night. Because he knew she was all alone. And her mommy wasn't there.
And he wasn't even scary.
