One of the first impossible dreams I had was having a baby brother, I got 2.

I remember mommy's belly as big as a bowling ball and we were begging Grandma Ruth for baby Michael to come home with us. Grandma, wouldn't give him to us. We knew that we couldn't have boys and the odds were that the baby in mommy's tummy would be a girl. It wasn't though. I remember the stinging tears in my eyes when I kissed baby Mikee on his bald head and let him go to the "foster monster" as we thought it to be. God blessed and baby Tony and Abdul came after that and comforted our fretting hearts. God took care of baby Mike and of us and our wishes also as He always does. I am grateful to have loved those boys and enjoyed them to tears.

This was the first day we brought baby Abby to the park. Grandma took a while to find the flash for her camera. I followed her around the house looking for it. Mommy had her hands on Abdul all of the time, until she traded him for a racquet at the park. We stood in front of Grandma's beautiful and stinging roses in the backyard. It was a beautiful day to announce to the world that we had an answered prayer, 2 boys had come to live with us. We kissed them raw!

Here we are a few years after that first visit to the park. Abby had grown quite a bit. They said that he was ashy because of his late birth, but I think it was because we kissed him too much. We miss him something aweful.