This is my three sweeties hugging each other silly this morning. Katya would scream when they tried to touch her, but now she just hollars "Mya Braaaaatchik!" (My brothers)
So a little background... before we ever started the adoption process, Wesley asked for a baby girl. Every single day. He said he wanted a baby girl. "Where's my baby girl at, mom?"
God had a plan for her. I think He whispered to Wesley that he had a sister but mommy and daddy had to go get her first and maybe they needed some nudging. In September 2009, I felt God just breaking my heart for a child I hadn't met.
Katya's 3rd birthday was in September 2009.
At 4 years old, most special needs children are transfered to an institution.
God knew how much time she had.
She came home 3 months after turning 4.
Wesley got his baby girl. She has always been his sister and it looks like he knows it.