I was so drawn to this little girl. She reached out to me the most and I kept coming back to her crib. She kept raising her arms to me, I'd hold her for a minute and put her back down and she would cry when I'd try to walk away. If I was giving her any attention, she seemed content. I hope she find a home. I hope she's already referred to a loving, caring, Christian home. I don't even know her name. It didn't seem to matter at the time. I just wanted to love on her as much as I could.
When we walked into this room, I was video taping for Lisa and handed my camera to the man who was helping us out. I had asked him to take pictures not knowing that he was taking them of me. I'm glad I have them because it reminds me (not that I need it now, but maybe down the road) how intense that time in that room was for me. From the second I saw Lucy I began to sob. Not a little tear or two, but a complete, out of control sob. I just wanted each of them to feel a little love from someone that day, so I touched, hugged or held each baby that was in there. I will never forget those couple of minutes in my life and I'm so blessed that Lisa took me along on her journey to have this experience. Thank you, Lisa.
