Dear Birthparent

Dear Birthparent,

Hello! We are Josh (33) and Kelly (34) and we are so grateful that you are taking the time to read a little bit about us. We are so excited at the prospect of adding a little one to our family! We have been happily married for 8 ½ years. We met when Josh’s family moved to St. Louis to work at the church Kelly was attending. We quickly realized that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. Josh is a foreman at a landscaping/lawn mowing business and Kelly is a student taking online courses.  She will be finishing school by September. Afterwards she will be able to work from home. Her desire has always been to stay at home with our children. 

For as long as we can remember we have wanted to be parents. We always knew we would adopt, as we have several family members, immediate and extended, that are adopted. Before we began this journey of adoption we tried for years to get pregnant. Through various tests and several doctor’s visits, we learned that we have less than 1% chance to get pregnant. While that diagnosis was hard to hear and difficult to digest, we are excited about the chance to become parents through adoption. We fully trust that God has a plan for us and for you and your baby through this process.

We live in a modest 3 bedroom, 2 ½ bath, raised-ranch home. It is approximately 1,200 square feet with a spacious, fenced in front yard.  The lower level is finished with a half bath, storage and laundry facilities. We live in a suburb of St. Louis and are within 15 minutes of 2 hospitals and various shopping centers.  We have one cat named Blue. He is two years old, neutered and is a medium hair cat. While he is shy around people at first, he soon warms up and is ready to play.

Both of our families are extremely supportive of our decision to adopt. Josh’s three younger siblings are all adopted, as well as his niece (from Haiti) and cousin. Kelly’s nephew is adopted and her cousin is adopted from Korea. Adoption is very common in our family and is, in fact, normal. We love it! We live within five minutes of Kelly’s parents and an hour and a half from Josh’s. We plan to see all of them as often as we can with our little one!

Josh’s parents were foster parents for most of his life. He was always around children, mostly infants, all with special needs. Kelly often babysat as a teenager and young adult, and now spends as much as time as possible with two of her nephews who live close by.

We love to spend as much time together as possible, but there are also things we like to do individually. Kelly loves to crochet, workout, and watch Cardinal baseball. Josh loves to play soccer, do yard work and watch baseball and football games. Together we enjoy reading, watching movies, attending baseball games, and going to dinner every once in a while.  Kelly would love to teach our child how to crochet if they are interested in it, and Josh would love to teach them all he knows about sports. We will read to our child and hope to instill in them the same love for reading that we have.

We are both very active in our church and we will raise our child in the church as well.  We were both raised in the Assembly of God denomination and now attend a non-denominational church with Pentecostal roots. We strive to live out our faith on a daily basis, and through love and grace we will teach our child to do the same.

Thank you for reading our story. We admire your courage and strength and we will continue to pray for you through this process. If you are interested in learning more about us, please contact us at kelly.salazar1981@gmail.com. You may also contact our our case worker, Mary Ann Hoeynck at 314-854-5700 or mhoeynck@ccstl.org.

Wow.....God

This entry is a little personal for me. In fact, I wrestled with whether or not I should write it. Some experiences are so intimate and sacred that to publicly share them seems to take away or diminish the experience itself.

But after much thought (my mind is consumed) I've decided to go ahead and write about it. In this case, it is one of those experiences I don't want to keep to myself. So here it is.

I took a trip to Nebraska to see my sister last weekend. I didn't leave for the trip until after I got off work which was about 4:00 in the afternoon. It was going to be about a 6 1/2 hour trip so I was ready to get on the road.

My road trips usually consist of a stop at Wendy's ASAP. So, when I was a little outside of the St. Louis area I pulled into the nearest Wendy's and ate way too much. I listened to the St. Louis radio stations for as long as I could until the static forced me to hit the "seek" button. I couldn't find anything good so I turned the radio off and decided to have some time with God just talking. For the past several weeks I've been feeling exhausted, sometimes overwhelmed, and just overall tired. It's not like there was just one thing making me feel this way. In fact, things are going great with us. But sometimes life takes you in the valleys and mountain tops, and as far as strength goes, I was walking through a valley. I found this quote the day I left and it perfectly summed up how I was feeling: "I'm exhausted from trying to be stronger than I feel." Again, I can't pinpoint one thing that was draining my strength - it's just a part of life.

So I began to pour everything out to God. My frustrations, my struggles, you name it. I was emptying my heart. After some tears and much needed quiet, I decided to try out the radio again. I couldn't find anything worth stopping on, so I turned on the music I have on my phone. Since my car is equipped with Blue Tooth, I could listen to my music through the car speakers. I put my phone on shuffle and let the songs entertain me at random. I was jamming to Ace of Base, Carmen, Old School DCTalk, and more. Then a Chris Tomlin song came on. I was very close to changing the song because, while he is a talented singer/songwriter, he can sometimes be overplayed by Christian radio. However, I wasn't familiar with this particular song so I just left it on. The song talks about how Christ is our beloved and we are His. I was digging it and listening. Then I began to worship as I was learning the song. I am a visual person so sometimes I like to imagine God on His throne as we worship. Somehow it helps me focus and it's also fun to imagine what heaven might be like. :) Anyway, as I began to envision God on His throne, immediately I saw a picture of a rectangle with people walking on it, but it was so bright, almost blinding to the naked eye, but no one was squinting or blinded from it. They were walking around like normal. The Bible says there is no darkness or shadow in heaven. God is light and God is everywhere, therefore shadows and darkness cannot exist in heaven. While I wouldn't necessarily call this a vision, I would say God opened up my imagination just a little bit to see a tiny glimpse of what my earthly mind can comprehend heaven to be like. Immediately I started bawling like a baby. Bawling. Seriously it was a literal "Jesus for real, take the wheel" moment. I could hardly see the road. It wasn't so much because of what I saw, but because I tangibly felt God in my car. It was a presence so thick that my heart could see everything my eyes couldn't. I'm not sure how else to explain it.

Finally the song came to an end and I decided to just put it on repeat. At the same moment in the song, I began sobbing. Every time I listened to the song, at the same exact moment I lost it! There wasn't even a warning. No lump in my throat, no build up of tears. Just BAM! It was crazy - in an amazing way. It was as if God took everything I had laid before Him earlier in my trip and washed it all away. Everything I was struggling with seemed so trivial and still does. Not in a way that it doesn't matter anymore, but in a way that how I feel about it has changed. I felt like a completely different person, and still do.

If I could use a word picture to describe how I felt I would say this: whatever cracks I had in my foundation are completely filled. I feel that I'm standing on a solid foundation again. I feel that the Potter is molding me. I feel like God is real. I have believed in God for as long as I can remember. This was one of those moments where if I ever had doubts as to God's existence, they were washed away. God was clearly speaking to me on this trip. I am humbled, I am blessed.

God.....wow. You are so good.

Here is a link to the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGTJa-xZJiI

Reminiscing (warning...this one is a little mushy)

I heard a love song on Pandora today (When a Man Loves a Woman) and I started thinking about all the little things Josh does for me and it filled me with a feeling of overwhelming love and gratefulness for all he does.

One memory of him being amazing keeps playing over and over again in my head so I thought I'd write about it. :)

When we were living in South Africa, I got a staph infection in my hands that turned septic. It was horrible. I could hardly do anything. Shower, get dressed, use the restroom, brush my hair, eat. Josh had to help me with everything. And he did it without complaining. But that is not the memory that stands out. Because of the infection, when anything touched my hands it caused excruciating pain. Even sleeping became quite the task. When I finally was diagnosed and got proper medicine, slowly but surely the pain went away, along with all the other symptoms. I remember the first time I was able to interlock my fingers as I was praying. It was such a great feeling!

One day we came back to our house with our team and Josh and I were walking up to the door. He took my hand and held it as we ascended the stairs to the house. One of our team members turned around and said how cute it was that Josh held my hand even on really short walks (from the car to the door). He looked at her and said, "I have to make up for lost time." When my hands were hurt, he couldn't hold them. I never thought about him missing that. Those 8 words have found a permanent place in my heart. Josh meant what he said. He wasn't trying to be sweet or earn brownie points. He was just being genuine.

This made me think of all the other ways Josh is amazing. I will give just one more story. Last year I was visiting my sister and her family in Nebraska. I kissed my nephew goodbye the night before I left because I was leaving very early the next morning. Or so I thought. I guess my nephew wanted me to hang around a little longer because he passed on his stomach virus to me through that sweet little kiss. So I stayed a few more hours until I felt "well" enough to tackle the 6 hour drive home. By the time I got home that evening, my temperature was 101. I knew I had to eat something so Josh made some chicken noodle soup. I took just a few bites before climbing into bed.

The next day I was feeling better but still sick so I made some more soup. It was the same brand that Josh had made the day before, but this one had carrots in it. It dawned on me that Josh had picked out all of the little carrot pieces because he knows I don't like them. I'm pretty sure I started crying right away and had to call him and tell him how amazing he is.

I'm not sure why I felt the need to write these two memories down, but I just had a feeling that I should so I did. I am so blessed to have married such an amazing man. For these reasons and more I am so passionate about young women waiting for the man God has chosen for them instead of settling for what they think is the best they can do. There has been a blog brewing in my brain about this for some time so hopefully soon the time will come for me to write that one. But until then, ladies - wait for your man. Pray for your husband. I started praying for my husband when I was 15. When I finally met him, I recognized him. And I didn't meet him until I was 23 (almost 24). He's worth the wait!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0CxOTheRJk&list=RDh0CxOTheRJk

This is a link to my favorite version of "When a Man Loves a Woman". Enjoy!

Transparency

Since my last post, I heard from so many women who understood and appreciated the content of the blog. That support has inspired me to write more so maybe I can help those of you who are going through the same struggle I am.

It has now been almost a year since we began fertility testing and it has been a roller coaster of emotions. Through all of our doctors appointments, procedures, blood work, etc. there has only been one time that my doctor has said, "I have good news for you." One time. While I always try to hold my head up high, think positive thoughts, hold on to hope, I still have my bad days. Days where I ask God, "Why us?"

I titled this blog "Transparency" because I want to be as transparent with you as I can. I tend to be an open book anyway, but I want to be real with you about the struggles that women in my shoes and couples in our shoes face everyday when suffering with infertility.

Our journey with testing began with Josh having to have a semen analysis. This is where they analyze the sperm and determine if his sperm count is high or low, how the motility is and if there are any abnormal sperm. His test came back great which was a relief because I didn't want anything to be wrong with him. But then that left only one person who was "damaged"- me. Don't get me wrong, Josh never made me feel like damaged goods or that I was less of a woman or anything like that. But as a woman, it's just how you feel when you realize your body is the one who won't allow you to carry a baby.

So then I had to undergo all kinds of tests. First, my gynecologist ordered blood work in which they tested hormone levels, ovarian reserve levels, ovulation regularity and all of that. Those all came back fine. Then I had to undergo a hysterosalpingogram or HSG. This is where they inject dye into your uterus to see if there is any blockage there or in your tubes. I had heard horror stories about how painful this was so I asked my family to give me their favorite Bible verses that I could write down on index cards and bring them with me into the room. I read those verses over and over and they helped me stay calm and focused. Thankfully, Josh was allowed into the room (which we were initially told he wouldn't be). He held my hand and was there for me the entire time. The procedure didn't hurt nearly as bad as I was expecting or as I was told. It felt more like bad cramps that come on all of a sudden instead of gradually.

The HSG confirmed that my right tube was open but my left tube was either blocked or shut. There was also something in my uterus that wasn't supposed to be there. So the next step was to take that information to our fertility doctor and see what her opinion was. Through an ultra sound she found a polyp in my uterus and a cyst the size of a peach in my left ovary. She was amazed that I had not had any symptoms caused by the cyst, which she suspected to be endometriosis. From the outside I had not had any symptoms that anything internal was not right. I had very regular periods with cramping that wasn't debilitating. I took ovulation tests every month and I ovulated at the same time every month. There were no clear warning signs that anything was wrong.

We scheduled a surgery to drain the cyst and remove the polyp. During the surgery, my doctor actually found 4 polyps in my uterus. She removed all of them and drained the cyst and sent the fluid off to be tested. It came back positive for endometriosis. She said it is rare not to have endometriosis on both sides, but mine was local only to the left side.

Two weeks later I went back to the doctor for a follow up ultrasound and found that the cyst had grown back. She said sometimes that happens and she went ahead and drained it. Side note: I got to watch from the ultrasound screen and it was really cool to see her drain the cyst :) The cyst was filled with a chocolatey type substance that is consistent with endometriosis, so my doctor was discouraged that it had filled up again so quickly.

While all my testing was going on, our doctor asked us to have Josh's semen analyzed again. She said they like to check for any patterns. With this test, they determined that Josh's sperm count was almost half of what it should be, his motility was a little low and there were some abnormal sperm present. His motility and abnormal sperm isn't quite a concern to the doctor but the low sperm count is. (Don't worry-I asked him if he minded if I included this into the blog and he said it was fine :) )

I went back again two weeks later to find out that the cyst had not only grown back, but there were actually two 3 cm cysts in my left ovary. I felt like we could not catch a break! In the midst of all of this, I had to redo some of my initial blood work because the lab wouldn't fax it over to my doctor. The one piece of good news we received was when my doctor got the second round of results. She said my ovarian reserve should be at about a 2 for someone my age, and mine is actually a 3! I can still replay that conversation in my head and I do that often when I need to remember that we have heard some good news through this process.

My doctor recommended us to another doctor who specializes in endometriosis and who performs minimally invasive surgery. We met with her in early November, and we fell in love with her! She took the time to answer all of our questions and was sensitive to our situation. We scheduled the second surgery for December 18th. In this surgery, she made 4 small incisions in my abdomen and she removed the cyst. She also discovered that there really wasn't a lot of endometriosis-almost none-but whatever she did find, she removed. She said my tubes looked good (although my left tube still appeared blocked, it wasn't damaged in any way) and physically everything looked ready for pregnancy.

Still....we have yet to get pregnant. My blood work also revealed that I have what is called Natural Killer Cells. This is related to auto-immune diseases and since I have a family history of auto-immune diseases, my doctor wanted to test me for these cells. You only need 10% of these cells present to be considered positive and I tested 9.9% and 10.9% (they run your blood twice). This means that were I to conceive, my body would recognize the fertilized egg as a foreign body and would attack it to where I would either miscarry or the egg would never implant in the first place.

That brings us to where we are now. All of the testing we can do has been done, all of the procedures we can do are done. There is nothing left for us to do except IVF. Josh and I talked about it and we decided that we are not going to do IVF. It is a very expensive procedure and because I tested positive for the Natural Killer Cells, I would need to have IV antibiotics before and after implantation which increases the price. While we know and understand that going through these procedures could result in pregnancy, the fact is they may not.

So as it stands at this moment, we have less than 1% chance of getting pregnant on our own. I thought I had dealt with that fact until this morning at church. We were singing a song with these words: "My whole life is Yours. I give it all. Surrendered to Your Name." It was all I could do to keep myself from breaking down and bawling my eyes out. I waited until we were in the car to do that :) I realized that while I would say I was okay and that I have handed everything over to God, the fact is I held a little bit back. I never grieved the fact that I may never carry a baby. I can't say that I am finished grieving or that I will be finished by tomorrow. But I can say that I now recognize the fact that I need to grieve and fully hand our situation over to the Lord. And I will do that....one day at a time.

Through all of this, we still have hope. We know that God resides in that fraction of a percent. And we have all confidence that if it is His will for us, we will get pregnant. In the meantime we have decided to pursue adoption and we are so excited about it! We found an agency that we feel is the right fit for us and we are in the process of filling out the application :) It is a freeing feeling to fully trust the Lord even if it means waiting awhile for the answer.

I know this was a long blog, but I hope it helps at least one person. I am praying for all of you women and couples out there who are going through the same struggle we are. You are not alone - even on those days when it feels like you are. I am always praying for you!

Thoughts From a Wannabe Momma

I've been thinking about writing this blog for awhile and I'm glad I have the time to do it now. This has been on my heart and mind for quite some time and I hope it all comes out right. :)

For past few months or so, Josh and I have been going through fertility testing. After 4 years of trying to get pregnant unsuccessfully, we decided to pursue further testing. As it turns out, I need to have surgery to remove some things that are in all likelihood preventing us from getting pregnant. Through blood tests and other tests we also found out that both of us have somewhat minor issues that could be preventing pregnancy.

With that in mind, I hope you can understand a little more about why I wanted to write what I am writing.

I can't tell you how many times I read Facebook status updates that almost make motherhood sound like a curse instead of a blessing. I read about parents who think it's crazy or even stupid for a couple to want two or more children. I read about parents offering to give their child away for awhile until they start behaving better. I read about pregnant women who can't wait to get their baby out of their belly. Women who complain about experiencing morning sickness and can't wait until the pregnancy is over. I could go on and on.

Please understand that I totally get the fact that parenthood is not easy and some days you just want a quiet day and sometimes you just need a break. And I agree 100%. And I know that every parent who has posted statuses like the above love their kids and would do anything for them. I just don't think they know how their words can hurt women like me.

I would love to be able to say that my child is cranky because it would mean I would have a child. I would be okay with sleepless nights if that meant I could cradle my newborn baby. I would throw up a thousand times a day from morning sickness with joy in my heart because I knew I was pregnant. I would smile as I watch the scale slowly rise as it would mean I had a life growing inside me.

Some of you may be thinking "That's all well and good but just wait until it happens and you will understand what I'm saying." Please believe me, I do understand. I know that any child I have will not be perfect and there will be days when I am trying to figure out how to get some time to myself and I will miss sleeping through the night and I will grow tired of vomiting. But after learning the fact that without a miracle, the chances of us getting pregnant on our own are extremely slim, I view pregnancy and motherhood a little differently. I am learning how much of a blessing it really is and how it is a privilege. Getting pregnant at all is not a guarantee for us, no matter how we go about it. As a woman, to be told that I might never have the experience of feeling life grow inside of me is extremely difficult to take in. As a Christian I absolutely believe in the sovereignty of God and I believe He works miracles everyday and I believe He could touch my body right now and heal me of everything. God also made me a woman. And as a woman, carrying a child is one of the most natural things we ever get to do on this earth. And it is something I have dreamed about all of my life. I have to face reality that I may never be able to carry a child. I may never be able to experience that positive pregnancy test. I may never get to experience feeling those kicks and stretches in the middle of the night. I may never get to hold my newborn baby in my arms.

Please, for the sake of the millions of women in my shoes, think twice before you post something negative about your children or pregnancy. Know that we would do anything in our power to experience what you are experiencing-good and the bad, because at the end of the day I would have my dream job-being Mom.

I know that there are other ways of becoming Mom. We still plan to pursue adoption whether we get pregnant or not. And when that day comes that we do get to adopt a little one into our family, it will be one of the happiest days of our lives. And when those tough days come, and I know they will, I will remember what a blessing and privilege it is to be chosen by God to mother this child.

For anyone reading this that is facing an unplanned or unwanted pregnancy, please carefully consider adoption as an option. I am only one of millions of women who would be ecstatic if we were chosen as adoptive parents. Your child is a blessing and a gift.

So, those are my thoughts. I hope I didn't offend anyone. And I'm not one of those extreme people who think you can't express any opinion on social media. All I'm asking is that you choose your words wisely and be thankful for what you have.

The Big 3-1

In less than a month I will be turning 31. To be honest, I had been dreading this day for a few reasons. I thought it would have been easier than turning 30, but I was dreading this birthday as much as I was dreading turning 30 last year. But then I remembered what a friend of mine in South Africa said to me when I turned 29. She said that we should celebrate each year because it was a year that God has given us and we were able to experience so many things in that one year. To dread my birthday the way I was, began to feel that I was dishonoring God by almost rejecting his gift to me of another year of life.

So, in light of this revelation, I began to think about everything I've been able to experience and do between my last birthday and this birthday.

The first thing I thought of when reflecting back to last year was that I got to spend my 30th birthday in Germany with my wonderful husband. He bought me a beautiful bouquet of roses and took me to dinner at an amazing Italian restaurant. We then returned to the place we were staying and our team threw me a mini surprise party, full of cards, a cake and gifts. I was completely surprised!

After our trip to Germany, we returned to the UK and began working on different projects to be used throughout Europe. In September, I was able to fly back to the States to be with my sister as she gave birth to our nephew, Bentley. At the end of September I returned to the UK where we continued to work on our projects.

In November we spent 2 weeks in Albania distributing the brand new Albanian Teen Book of Hope. We finished off our time there with 2 back to back concerts with a UK band called Lifecolour. It was amazing and thousands of Albanian teenagers were able to hear and read about the love God has for them.

In December we spent 3 weeks at home with our families, which was such a blessing. We cherish and treasure the times we get to spend with them. We flew back to the UK in early January so we could continue to work on our on-going projects. A few weeks after returning to the UK, we went to Italy where we spent 12 days. Part of our time there was spent filming a short film series for Italian youth and part of our time was spent attending a conference about reaching youth in our communities.

After being in Italy we returned to the UK and continued to fine tune our projects and meet with people regarding future projects. March 2nd was our 5 year anniversary, and we were able to spend a weekend in London to celebrate.   It was a great few days where we got to put work on hold and just enjoy being together.  Later in March, I was able to fly home for 5 days to attend my step-brother's wedding. It was a wonderful few days and a beautiful wedding.

Just a few weeks after returning to the UK from the States, Josh and I left for Albania where we spent the next 2 weeks. The first week we were there, were spent preparing for a team called The Conquerors to come from the States. The second week we were there, the Conquerors were with us and they held meetings with university students and men in prisons and half way houses. The Conquerors do feats of strength and share their testimonies at every presentation they do. They were also invited on a live television show, where they were given a full hour to share their stories of how Jesus changed their lives. What an amazing trip!

On our way back to the UK, we spent two days in Rome and loved every minute of it. Italy  has become one of our most favorite places in the world. The food is amazing, the scenery is beautiful and the people were so nice. The day after we returned to England from Albania/Italy we traveled by train to Scotland to visit my mom for the weekend. It was a relaxing weekend and we were able to visit Stirling Castle.

Just a few days after returning to England from Scotland Josh and I officially moved back to the States. It was a bittersweet move for us, but we knew that we were in the center of God's will and that gave us great peace, and gives us great peace today. Before my birthday next month, we will have had our first meeting with an adoption agency. Words cannot express how excited we are! We have been waiting for this day for almost a year. We know that God's timing is perfect and we can't wait to see what he does in the coming days.

So this year, instead of dreading turning another year older, I will choose to rejoice and be thankful for the abundant blessings we have received over the past year; I will be thankful for the experiences I've had, the places I've seen and the people I've met. And I will look ahead with eager anticipation of all that the Lord has for us in the next 12 months.

Italy Trip 2012

If you have already read our newsletter, you know that we recently spent 12 days in Italy. It was an amazing time that we spent with friends and ministry partners as we created programs to reach the youth of Italy with Christ's love. I want to tell you a brief story that we learned while we were there.

One of the projects that we were helping to develop is called La Mia Storia (My Story). La Mia Storia is a program that aims to address issues that Italian youth face every day. This program isn't designed to sugar coat or give a lot of "fluff" when trying to help the youth. The program uses very real and personal testimonies of people that have gone through some pretty tough things in their life, and how God helped them through those times. Our team recorded several testimonies that will be shown on the La Mia Storia website (www.lamiastoria.tv). These testimonies came from people who were selling and addicted to drugs, a young single mother and her struggles with deciding what to do with the pregnancy; we even had the opportunity to record the testimony of the secretary of Italian Senate. These are just a few.

To accompany this program, OneHope designed a Book of Hope specifically for Italy, and it is called La Mia Storia. Our ministry partners in Italy distributed over 50,000 of these books in just a few days. They were allowed into the schools and talked with the kids about the hope that Christ offers.

In one of these schools was a 14 year old girl. The day the team spoke at her school and she received the Book of Hope, she sent an email to our ministry partners, using the email given on the book. She said that she was 14 years old and that she and her brother live with their grandparents, but that their grandparents didn't want them there-they are a burden to them. She felt alone, like she had no one to go to. She said that her family made her crazy. She had already tried to kill herself twice and was about to try for a third time when she received the Book of Hope. She decided to reach out to someone as a last attempt to find hope. Our partners in Italy scheduled a time to meet with her at her school and to talk to her about the hope she can have in Christ.

God is so amazing, and we rejoice that his message of love is reaching those who feel they have no hope left. Unfortunately, this story of this 14 year old with no hope is all too common. Please continue to pray not only for the youth of Italy, but for the youth in your community. They deal with things every day that some of us can't even imagine.

As we look ahead to the next few months, we are excited for what's to come. In March, Kelly is going back to St. Louis for a few days to attend her brother's wedding. In April we will head back to Albania to help lead a team that will be heading there, and we will also head back to Italy for a conference.

This will be a busy few months for us but we are excited about what God will do during our time here. As always, thank you so much for your prayers-we feel them and we need them everyday.

God bless!