Dear Adalia,

Your due date is tomorrow but here you are.

Here you are alive and breathing when all the odds were against you. Here you are, you and your tiny legs, your nose that’s as big as my fingernail and your body that barely weighs anything.

Here you are, thriving.

There are so many things that I want you to know, that I want you to learn and that I want you to experience. But I know you will be taught all those things along the way because you are so loved. By your mother, your father, your brother, your two sisters and the rest of us who have not stopped praying for you since the day you were born. Oh, we love you so.

It’s strange to me that I could have so much love for someone I barely know.

So here’s what I want to tell you;

You are a fighter, Adalia. You’ve already proved that in these short three months you’ve lived. I pray that you never lose the fight in you, that you always stand up for what you believe in and that you always choose to be brave even when it’s hard.

You are a miracle. You were born on December 1, 2015 when you weren’t supposed to be born until March 3, 2016. If that’s not a shining example of the power of our God then I don’t know what is.

But you are not just a miracle because you’ve conquered the impossible odds you’ve faced, you’re a miracle because you are only three months old and already I see Jesus shining through you so brightly. I look at your face and immediately I see the work and majesty of Jesus and that makes you a million times more beautiful than you already are.

Adalia, I don’t know you very well yet and you don’t know me very well either and maybe we’ll never be best friends but I want you to know that I’ll never stop believing in you, I’ll never stop praying for you and I’ll never stop loving you.

So, sweet girl, welcome home and welcome to the rest of your beautiful life.