I will never forget her sweet face that refused to give an expression…any expression. Not a smile or a sneer to be found from this girl, all of 15 months old she sized us up. She sat back with her cool confidence as her father and I sweated it out. It was one of those summers where heat and humidity reigned. We pulled down the dirt driveway leading to a small farm, my heart pounding as we were about to meet our children. True to form, Niki was already running across the farmer’s porch yelling “mommy, daddy!” I managed to hold it together on the outside, as the voice inside…