And then it happened.
She was passed to my arms, and I haven't let go since. Don't think I ever will.
She is so very sad. She is looking for her mama everywhere, and it isn't me. Her cry isn't screaming but a the most pitiful wailing. Each time the door opens she looks for her mama, and once when the door was left open, she tried to make her escape. This is the only time we've seen her take a couple steps yet.
Well it's all still a mystery. There are no more answers after meeting her, then there were when we were matched. There is nothing obivous yet. She is obviously significantly delayed, but to what extent remains to be seen. She is shut down and in survival mode almost all of the time so far. This is the leap of international adoption. The unknown. The unknown that can easily bring fear. It hasn't for me... yet. Maybe it will. For now, I'm totally at peace with whatever will come. And totally head-over heels in love with someone I just met yesterday.
Amazing how God can make love so strong that it can crush the fear.
It's not always like that.
It wasn't for me last time.
And I'm so grateful to have this peace right now.