It has been 8 months since you moved in with us, 10 or so since that little nervous bundle of energy greeted me at excitedly the front door of your foster home. I knew in that moment 10 months ago that you were going to give me a run for my money and I was right. To be honest though, I knew that before you leapt into my arms and called my Mommy like you had known me forever on the day we first met.
The thing I is I knew about you long before you knew about us. Last November while I was standing in the airport waiting to fly to California I got a call from your adoption worker asking when we could come down and start making plans for your transition which was code for - she is yours. I remember calling your Dad and saying, she's ours, she's ours. We were so excited and yet we had to contain our excitement for another 3 moths before we would finally meet you.
It was a long 3 months, I dreamed about you, about having a girl, about dresses and pigtails and watching Annie. I dreamed about not being the only female at the table anymore, about having someone to share girl stuff with and teaching another small person that your Dad's feet are ticklish. I longed for you to be here with us and yet we had to wait.
You were worth the wait.
Today 8 months in I have thought about those dreams and about so much more. These last 8 months have had their challenges, they have been hard, but you are worth it, the little person who is in there under the anger and the pain is worth it. I hope you and I have the patience we need to help you move past all the hurt parts because the little girl who is in there under all those hurt parts, she is a wonder and I am thrilled that I can say you are mine.