Isn't Janie something? I notice that I speak A LOT of May on my blog. May is oldest and ... well ... does more! But, Jane and Irene are precious in their own ways.
Janie is Love. Pure love. I feel love from her and to her in every cell of my being. I adore this kid.
A Grandma today told me that I must love her like my own after this long. I had to laugh. She HAS BEEN "my own" since the first moment I saw her at 2 years and 3 months of age in Nanchang, Jiangxi, China, and she stole my heart away. I love her with my WHOLE Janie Heart.