Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
At the same time, I was on and off the phone and email with the adoption agency waiting to send our dossier to China.
I knew we could receive a referral at any time… I just didn’t know when the call would come.
I had just left the nursing home, not really sure if, when I returned later that evening, my Grandmother would still be with us … and the phone rang. I saw the Colorado number and knew... This. Was. It.
Steve was home. I was about a 30 minute drive away.
The email came a few minutes after the phone call. I forwarded it to Steve. Got on the phone with him and we both opened the picture at the same time.
There’s really nothing that can ever describe seeing your child for the first time. Especially a child that is a year old and living on the other side of the world. Those first pictures of her were beautiful but also…
OH so scary. This was really it. We were really doing this. Here she was… the real thing, not some dream.
A tiny grainy picture. Taken months earlier of a beautiful baby girl we would call our daughter.
It was two weeks shy of her first birthday.
The convergence of emotions on that day was something that cannot be described in words. How could I be flying SO HIGH seeing her pictures and reading her story for the first time.
And yet…grieving so deeply for my Grandmother?
I went back to the nursing home that evening… and quietly whispered into my Grandmother’s ear….
“We know who she is. Where she is. What she looks like. She is beautiful. We will go and get her as soon as we can”.
The next morning….the matriarch of our big Italian family was no longer with us here on earth.
At the same time, our family welcomed its newest member from far across the ocean.
Coincidence? No way.
God’s hand was all over ever aspect of this adoption. From placing it on our heart years ago, to providing us with her picture just moments before my Grandmother took her final breath, to just this past Sunday when we celebrated my Grandmother’s life together as a family…. during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
As family we celebrated my Grandmother’s life, eating an Italian feast at her favorite restaurant and then sharing a NEW tradition… a tradition of her Great-Granddaughter’s heritage… MOONCAKES!
Not my Grandmother.
You see… my Grandmother knew what it was like to be an orphan and live in an orphanage. She WAS an orphan. She lived in an orphanage for a period of time in her young life.
I don't believe the wounds of her time in the orphanage ever fully healed. But, perhaps, the news I whispered in her the night before her death, brought her peace.
So, here we are year a later. Truth is, our hearts had been bound to Grace months before we saw her picture... but it was at that moment, one year ago, that we saw her chubby cheeks, fuzzy hair and beautiful brown eyes for the first time.
She was 7000 miles away. But we knew.... she was our daughter. Our Sister. Our Niece. Our Granddaughter
and our Great-Granddaughter.
Friday, September 9, 2011
This morning, this is how it went down....
7:40 - everyone dressed
7:50 - everyone's teeth brushed
and here is where it starts to go bad.
Approximately 7:58 - two minutes until launch...
I walk into Kailey's room and into a puddle. The rug. Soaked. The hard wood floor. Puddles. The dresser. Soaking wet.
With two minutes until launch, I ask (admittedly, not very nicely) "KAILEY WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE"?
Her response... "oh I was spraying my hair with water and it got a little wet".
I look up and find that my daughter's hair looks like she just stepped out of the bathtub.
"Kailey you don't need that much water... now get a towel and clean this up".
8:02 - four minutes later and now two minutes late.
..... for any of you out there that try to get yourself and four kids out the door in the morning, you understand... Every. Minute. Counts. You run a wee bit late and you miss the bus. and then you have to drive the kids to school. and now you are 10 minutes late. and 10 minutes later the traffic is that much worse. and you end up being 15 or 20 minutes late. All because of one minute....
....back to my story.
8:02 - Kailey decides she doesn't want the pretzels I had packed for snack. She gets out the big bag of pretzels and begins putting her pretzels back in the bag. She then spills the ENTIRE bag of pretzels on the floor.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Grace and Devin very happily went to daycare.