A Little Chat and then a Good Cry Recipe

I came home from running errands tonight, and probably not to your surprise, little miss is on my mind. Like normal.

Thinking about her, and just feeling so thankful that A has grown in our hearts over the past year, and rocked our little world upside...no. Right side up.

Yes, I've noticed I talk mainly about A on this blog. This is kind of her small space in my life where she can be present...I haven't blogged much lately because I guess I've lacked writing inspiration in the wait. I'm a fair-weather blogger, you could say. Kind of a sore loser, huh?

It has officially been a year now since we started the "process". Last year on November 16, we were notified that A was still in need of a forever family.

A has been so good for me. So good for us...and she doesn't even know we've been rocked. What a beautiful person God is using to slowly open our eyes. ((clarification: I think the slow part is our fault.))

I'm so thankful that God brought her into our hearts, and we can't wait to love her to pieces. Her daddy loves her so much, and I have a big feeling she is going to like him pretty good too. I love that he has chosen her to be his daughter. He is a special kind of person who loves much, and has a heart full of goodness.  For instance, he has this little saying that you may hear if you hang around him long enough... "Give grace until you're blue in the face"-- Mr. Fly. I need to ask him what happens after my face turns blue; we haven't gotten to that part yet. I am thankful for him.

Sadly, I haven't always shown thankfulness for God's hand in our lives that has taken us on some roads that at times I selfishly think really hurt, but I have always been thankful for parts of those hurts that brought A into our life. She belongs. Not for a minute am I not thankful for her. She is very much wanted.

Next up: These comfortable and blingy girly shoes made their way into our house tonight. $2. Goodwill. Need I say more?

I also had a little fettish about how they had the "Native American Ind*an" look combined with the sparkly "South Asian Ind*an" look. :) They belonged.

The poem I tacked onto this post  is what I deem a "Good Cry Recipe", because it certainly has the potential to produce some healthy tears. It is written from the perspective of a child waiting for their forever family to find them.

"THE WAITING CHILD”
A Poem by Debbie Bodie

I saw you meet your child today
You kissed your baby joyfully
And as you walked away with her
I played pretend you’d chosen me.

I’m happy for the baby, yet
Inside I’m aching miserably
I want to plead as you go by,
“Does no-one want a child of three?”

I saw you meet your child today
In love with her before you met
And as I watched you take her out
I knew it wasn’t my turn yet.

I recognized you from last year!
I knew I’d seen your face before!
But you came for a second babe.
Does no-one want a child of four?

I saw you meet your child today
But this time there was something new
A nurse came in and took my hand
And then she gave my hand to you.

Can this be true? I’m almost six!
And there are infants here you see?
But then you kissed me and I knew
The child you chose this time was me.