I Adopted a Baby After Making a Promise to God — 17 Years Later, One Sentence Broke My Heart

I never told John about that prayer.

Not even later.

Not even when I got an answer.

Ten months later, Stephanie was born.

Pink and furious and screaming like she had places to be.

John and I cried and clung to each other and poured all the love we’d been saving into her tiny body.

Joy consumed me.

But memory sat beside it.

Because I had made a promise.

And I needed to keep it.

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