It's such a sensory memory, the heat of the room, the red paint, how solid and warm she felt in my arms, her scent, her damp hair, and those sweet little hands. Yes, she was afraid on this day we celebrate- how on earth could anyone prepare a child to start their day like any other morning, and drive literally down a mountain side and into this city of about 8 million people, with the clothes she wore, a starter kit of the formula she was used to, and a little bag with our care package items inside? How do you explain that everything is going to be okay, even GOOD?
Time. A week, 2 weeks, a month, 3 months, 6 months...12 months. "You can trust me." "I love you." "Mama helps you/ Daddy can do it." Over and over and over. We celebrate gotcha day! It was the beginning of us together! We "got" each other, all of us. We became mama, daddy, and daughter that day. She fell asleep in my arms before she finished her bottle that first night, which as the time was amazing (even if her utter exhaustion might have contributed!). We waited 15 official months and prayed for her before we knew her face. We set up the nursery and nested like crazy. Thousands of miles and dollars and tears, sleepless nights, and joyful anticipation went ahead of that day. Even going through the adoption process again now, and although I'm quick to look again to the barriers we still have to climb, I have this constant reminder playing at my side (okay, on me lol!) that not only was she "worth the wait," she's worth it all and more, over and over again.
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This girl is fun, adventurous, generous, compassionate, smart, and sweet! She loves with her whole heart, and I am so excited to see her grow into the person God made her to be.
We are blessed beyond measure to call her our daughter.
For this child I have prayed, and the Lord has granted my petition that I made to him.
1 Samuel 1:27
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