It is early morning here in Nepal, about 5:30 a.m. The morning always feels so sacred to me. As I sit here in the big leather chair, I look over to the bed and my beautiful daughter is finally here with me, sleeping. I feel the love wash over me and I pause to take it all in...my senses are so alive. I hear the coo of the pigeons, the chatter of the morning birds, the call of the rooster next door and the tapping of a hammer from someone working already. I check over to see Junu, she is still there and I'm still amazed I am here. This entire journey has had so many obstacles and challenges, but as I sit here this morning I see now how all has been perfect in its own way. How each challenge has brought me to this particular moment in time, which I would never replace. Never change. To be here with her, to bond with her in this way is truly perfect. I, of course, had another agenda, but I am learning to let go and let God show me. It is truly an evolution of surrender to the deepest level.