Memories of Alina

During my whole pregnancy I hardly took any photos because I didn’t have time and my camera was broken. One day after my due date (at 40 weeks) my husband and I met a photographer by chance, who offered to take photos of me, and with Steven and Alex, our son. I was happily accepted this unexpected offer, and the next day we had a photo shoot. At the moment it seemed like something nice to do, but I never imagined how important these photos would be to me. Today, unfortunately, I don’t have any photos of my little girl, but at least I have some beautiful ones of the time that she was with us and of our whole family! This is one more sign of Jesus’ love for me. He’s so sweet, isn’t He? (Thank you, James, for having been an instrument in giving us this special gift.)