When I met my friend Abbie, not this Abby, she told me that I spelled my name wrong. So for the past 12 years, she has called me "y" and I call her "ie". Aren't we just so clever?
Not long after we brought Max home, I was looking at his sweet little feet. I was noticing all of his wrinkles and marveling at how awesome God is for creating such a miracle. Then I noticed this.
Do you see it?
Let me show you.
Those are "y's" and I love them.
Max won't have my hair, or my eyes or any other part of my DNA (I'm not trying to make this a sob story), but he has my nickname stamped on the bottom of his feet. I see those "y's" as a gift from God reminding me that Max was ours before he was created.