Adoption has always been part of my life's plan. After my mother passed away when I was three years old, and I -- along with my ten siblings  -- were adopted by my father's new wife, I had always dreamed of giving another little girl a second chance -- just like I had. 

Six years ago, I was blessed to marry a man who was open to my feelings on adoption and, after having two boys biologically, we took a leap of faith and jumped into the adoption waters head first. In September 2007, we saw an absolutely breathtaking photo of a seven-month-old baby girl -- the child who was meant to be our daughter. What we didn't expect was month after month of very little information -- a photo here and there was the only thing we had to hang on to. Our daughter was growing up a world away and all we could do was wait for her. After more than seven months enduring agonizing delays, my husband and I agreed it was time for me to go. I couldn't take another second -- I needed to see her and hold her in my arms and to know that she was OK. I landed in Taiwan and, just days before Mother's Day, I was united with my daughter.

Three days later, with a broken heart, I had to say goodbye. The court process was still held up and we had no indication when our case would go through. It was devastating. 

Tomorrow, follow our journey back to Taiwan to be united with the final piece of our family's puzzle. From the incredible joy to the intense struggle, the three-part series will share our experience of a lifetime.