I dragged along the worlds biggest diaper bag, and all the
As the names were called I was deaf, oblivious to everything I was scanning the babies for Lily and I saw her. She was dressed in yellow and quite fidgety. I tried to concentrate but it was so so hard. Finally there she was. I could feel her, smell her, touch her, hold her and kiss her. The hole in my heart had gone. Gone.
But my poor little baby girl was terrified, she was scared to death. Her world had just been turned upside down. No warning just a hand off and the people that looked liked her, smelled like her and sounded familiar to her had dashed from the room. She teeny tiny heart broke and she sobbed, great big tears.
Slowly her world righted itself and in spite of us being first time parents she survived. Then she flourished and now she is Lily.
My wonderful, sassy, confident, funny, so so smart, beautiful, head strong, athletic Lily, who has the soul of the many generations that have lived before her. A child who is growing so so fast. A child who showed me what love really is all about and a child that made my biggest dream come true.
|One of the photos given to us by the orphanage taken when she was little.|
|With us in Hong Kong on our way home.|