Some days I'm holding my two little girls, reading books with them and it just hits me. I have another child. Halfway around the world. And they are likely in a room full of metal cribs, with no one to snuggle with when they're having a rough day, rock them to sleep, or wipe their tears.  And I just feel so helpless. I pray for my child every day.  I  can't wait to hold them, sing to them, comfort them. I can't wait to be a family..