Fiorella adores children, especially babies. She loves their bright, searching eyes, smushy noses, and Cupid's-bow mouths. She loves to cuddle their soft, warm bodies, to count their tiny fingers and toes, to kiss their fat bellies, to hold them, sing to them, to rock them to sleep. She always wanted to be a mother--could not imagine herself otherwise--but her path to maternity was hard, beginning with a horrific miscarriage.
But then there were three, the best three in the world, and today Fiorella thanks them for being her children, for making her their mother.