Seven years ago our baby was born. It was really nothing less than a miracle. At the time we were choosing her name we considered about four strong possibilities. Then about a day before she came Rayna (at the ripe old age of two days short of 3) told me in the kitchen that her sister would be named "Mira". I said really? And Rayna emphatically said yes. And so she was. The day after she was born our very special workers came. B asked, 'is she named Mira because it is the beginning of miracle?'. I actually hadn't thought of it, but it was true. After five heart-wrenching losses, she was here. Alive. And healthy. A gift from above. And we hardly deserved it after two previous gifts from afar. But we had our family. It was complete. And to us, it was just perfect.
Happy Birthday to you Mira! We love your spunk, silly ways, smart mind, and quick comebacks!
What a great story about how she got her name. Happy Birthday, Mira! Looks like #7 has been good to you. ;)
ReplyDeleteI was going to say the same thing as Lani...great story!
ReplyDeleteHappy 7th Birthday to your little MIRAcle!
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