So, I was reminded the other day that this time last year we were eagerly anticipating the arrival of our daughter. This time last year we hadn’t met you yet, dearest one, but now we’re family and I am your Mom and Dad is your Dad and Ilan is your besotted brother.
December 2013 was a flurry of home visits, interviews, book reviews, psychometric tests, police clearance requests and the tricky family profile (‘how to self-promote just a little, in a creative way’. Super tough.). Then suddenly you arrived on the scene, lovely littlest one. Our agency phoned us one Thursday afternoon in January to say that you were turning three months the next day and that we could meet you that weekend. We could meet you! We had to wait six forever weeks to meet your brother, but we could meet you that very weekend! It all happened so quickly, so very quickly. I hardly had time to wrap things up at work and we hadn’t even told many friends that we were ‘paper pregnant’ yet. So quick, but so perfect. God’s timing is perfect and He knew what he was doing.
It was the strangest feeling in the world to drive to visit you that Saturday. We picked you up and took you to see the monkeys (well, your brother was really the one interested in the monkeys and you liked sleeping). It was hot and it was surreal. I carried you in a wrap on my chest. You were so teeny and as light as a feather and I held you close to my heart. Strangers told me how cute you were and they were right.
Our love grows for you every single day and although you are still so tiny, you are now a walking, talking, sandwich-gobbling, ‘hey, that’s my toy!’ kind of fifteen month old. When will you say ‘Mama?’ I keep asking you little one. Ilan says ‘Friday’ and maybe he is right.
So much love precious pie.