Her name is Lily like the flower, but I like to think of her as Ruby, her middle name. If I were her parents I would have given her that name first. I like to control things. Even things that have nothing to do with me at all.
She is four. I don't live anywhere near her, she is 500 miles away. That makes me sad. When my oldest graduates high school, she will only be eight. My youngest, Sophia loves her, but doesn't get to see her very often. That make me sad too. Sophia would be the perfect baby sitter, and role model.
Even though it was her birth mother who brought her physical body into this world, I am pretty sure these people were destined to be her parents.
It is funny how the world works like that. You can come all the way from heaven, and travel thousands of miles just to find your soul parents, the ones that were meant for us. I am pretty sure that I just traveled down I-80 from Auburn to Sacramento to find mine.
Her journey was very different. Her journey was special.
None of us know our destiny when we get to this planet, that is part of what we do while we are here. But to have traveled thousands of miles, have not one but two mamas and two daddy's, that is lucky. That is special. That is one blessed little girl. One lucky little girl.
When I write a book about her, that is what I am going to call it.
Lucky Little Lily
She is so much luckier than my kids. I beat them.