3 Monthiversary....

We met Zoey three months ago today.

As I have said before...she casually and quietly walked across the room and into our arms.

She came prepared and seemed to know we were "her people."

She grieved, quietly at first.

As she has learned to trust us she has opened up and let us in to the true depth of her emotion.

We are so privileged to take these important steps toward attachment and bonding with her.

Just as she has shared her grief and confusion with us; 

she also shares her joy.

The last three months have been a whirlwind of emotion 

and learning about who our mighty girl really is.

This child packs 36+ feet of personality in her 36 inch frame.

In fact her personality is so huge that I sometimes forget how little she truly is.

She is bright, fierce, funny, strong willed, silly and in non stop motion from sunrise through sun down.

She sings, dances and marches to the beat of her own drum all day long! 

We are blessed beyond measure to be a part of her story.

The name on her door...

Someone has a new bedroom.

I bet you could guess who.

 if you knew her name!

;)

Watch 'til the end...

We have been anxious 

to make the perfect little space 

for the little girl

that has occupied our hearts 

for so long now.

We still have some

more work to do.

We need new closet doors, 

an area rug, 

closet organizers 

and lots of toys....

It's a great start though.

We quite literally woke up one day 

and said "lets do her bedroom."

(you can verify the spontaneity

 with my bed head 

and Pete's flashy AC*DC pajama pants!)

We are so happy that we did it.

We open the door and imagine 

our little girl enjoying the space 

that we created for her.

Yes. We cry.

All of the time.

 BIG FAT tears of joy and anticipation 

and gratitude.


the video on you tube (if you don't have flash)

Paper Pregnant

I am a mess this week. I am crying over everything! All those soldier surprises at graduation, the posts from China with all of the new babies, commercials, even randomly...just outbursts of emotion.

LOL. I feel so stupid afterward. 

Like: what's wrong with me!?!?! 

I am seriously missing our little girl and wanting her home sooner rather than later HOWEVER I know that a big part of my problem is because my son is graduating from High School this week and I am spending a lot of time reflecting on his life and what a gift it has been to parent him and watch him become the young man that he is. I think back to little things that he used to do and my heart aches for that sweet, silly, messy, creative kid. I miss that little boy. I do. I am super excited to see him spread his wings and become the young man he is supposed to be but I sure would love a hug from that seven year old with the big front teeth and the kool-aid moustache. 

<sigh>