These are my real kids. These kids are all my real kids. These kids are all my own.
They are all my own. There are 6 of them and they were born on three different continents, in three different countries and when we filled out the last census, our family listed three different races (which actually earned us a call for clarification from the census folks). But they are all my real kids.
Only God could create an amazing family like mine. Only God could bring together something so beautiful. I am truly blessed beyond all measure with 6 amazing and amazingly real kids. Each one with his or her own personality, appearance, quirks, sense of style. Each one with his or her own strong points and weaknesses. Each one uniquely and wonderfully made. Each one held in the hand of God and bearing the mark of his love.
Yes, these are my real kids. Six amazing blessings, each one as real as can be.
