We walked into a hot civil affairs office, and waited with three other families. We waited nervously, until finally the little girl we recognized from the pictures we had been looking at for months walked through the doors in the arms of a nanny. She was tiny, and beautiful, and completely terrified. So were we. We were parents…we were new parents of a two and a half year old little girl who was obviously sick and struggling, and we were overwhelmingly excited and terrified, all at once…
Now, it’s been six years. So much has changed…our little girl has changed, and so have we.
She has blossomed into a lovely eight year old, who is just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside.
She is funny and smart, and she makes me enormously proud to be her mom. She has overcome giant obstacles to get where she is, and she is the hardest working little girl I know. She has to work twice as hard to learn, and she does. And she excels at it.
She is one of the most amazing people I know, and I am so blessed to have her in my life.
Happy Family day, little M!