I’m pretty sure I tucked Maggie Hope into bed last night and covered her with a pink fleece blanket before I tiptoed from her room. But this morning the little girl hollering from the nursery was Emma Rose. Emma Rose looks just like Maggie with bed head, but I didn’t tell her that. Instead, I just kissed her tousled blonde hair and said good morning to my unexpected guest.
I will be their God and they will be my children.-Revelation 21:7