I’m not sure I can explain how much it meant to me when you opened your hands and prayed those words. I cried too; I don’t know if you saw. When I told Dave Bearchell about that moment, he praised God in earnest and thanked Him for allowing me to experience that final moment of release before flying across the Atlantic to see Jesus in ways I never have before. I am so, so grateful that you let me go, momma. I pray that you’ll go someday soon… those Liberian babies need your mother-bird-love.