I saw a greeting card with the words 
"The Angels Danced on the Day you were Born." 
and I wondered what kind of music was playing 
as they danced for you.  

Was it a woeful sad ballad that spoke of the 
confusion, violence and addiction that surrounded your birth?  
Was it a marching song that told of your persistence 
and strength to overcome and conquer?  
Was it a beautiful lullaby that helped you to sleep 
in a world that was not very nurturing and soft? 

Was there an orchestra full of trumpets and cymbals 
majestically announcing the arrival of a special child of God?  
Maybe the song had a wild rock beat, 
the kind of song that you now love to dance to, 
and maybe the angels twirled and giggled as they danced 
much like you do now.  

I wondered if they danced again 
on the day you entered foster care. 
Or the day we adopted you.  
I know that I danced on that day.  
I danced to your song
a song that only you can play, 
a song that God allowed me to hear 
but that not everybody hears yet.  

Your daddy and I love to dance to your song 
and we will keep inviting others to dance with us.     

Your song is your gift to us 
and we are blessed to be able to hear it.  
It was your beautiful song that the angels heard that day, 
wasn't it?  
Keep playing, sweetheart.
They are still dancing!