One night, a few weeks ago, I stood alone outside and asked God for a sign.
I don't usually talk to God or ask for things looking randomly into the night sky but I just needed to know that even though our eyes never met that Madison knew that we love her and that she would know us as her parents when we meet again one day.
I asked God to please send me a white bird as a sign to show us that our daughter is ok and that she knows she is so deeply loved.
Thank you God for these signs....
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A white crane on the golf course
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A white owl in our hotel room
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A ceramic white bird I saw and bought from an Antique Store in the French Quarter
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