...the sweetest moments happen.Since coming home, Mimi and I have been awake 4-6 hours every night with only 1 exception.
She wants my attention.
She wants my eyes on hers.
She wants me to see her.
She loves to have her feet and toes massaged and I can easily accommodate her at this late hour. She places her feet in my hands until I rub them. And when I stop she wriggles her foot back into my hand and fusses until I start rubbing again.
These are the sweetest moments.
Physically my body is shot, and in the first few days when I was so sick, much of the time I literally couldn't do anything more than just observe. The nausea, the jet lag, the incredible fatigue is overwhelming sometimes.
The what-ifs creep in.
This is hard work.
Our family's transition.
Sweet Mimi Jade's transition.
This isn't reality yet, and yet it is my reality now.
These are all part of the process of a child being uprooted completely from all she loves and knows in an instant and being transferred to something completely foreign and new.
This is all part of the process of dropping a child with 2 years of history into a family unit.
Trying to get over the difficult hurdle of reentry.
Mimi loves it outside. We all love it outside. Balls, bubbles, and the grass between our toes.