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Two years free...


Today marks two years since I picked this little spitfire up from the institution. I almost can't imagine her as the little girl in this picture...

V's listing picture

The girl that we met that first day was deeply locked in her own world. She had constant tics. She had no language. Zero. She is profoundly deaf and had never heard or seen language. She had the self help skills of an infant. We were warned she may never learn. She was a scary choice, but she was God's choice for us, so we bravely made that choice.

Well, she learned. She's growing, changing, and learning. Her tics are gone. She's calm and smart and interactive.

A couple of weeks home

About a month home

She's beautiful, vibrant, and sassy.


She's smart. Yes, she has a significant intellectual disability, but she can out smart all of us. She figures things out. Language is hard, but it's coming. We stopped counting at 100 signs. She's learning to have simple conversations. She understands tons of signs. She amazes us.


Home is her favorite place. Daddy is her favorite person, but Mommy is moving her way up on the list. ;-) She is adored by many.


She loves chickens, cheese, swinging, and fish. She is learning independence and her confidence is growing.

Ecstatic about the chickens at the fair

She has had two years of family, medical care, education, love, & nutrition. Two years of ordinary family life, and she has blossomed.


She entered our lives and made them extraordinary. Our family may have changed her, but she has changed us just as much.

Halloween. She was a farmer. She loved it.
My sweet V, freedom looks good on you. I can't wait to see what the next 60 years hold. 


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