To my daughter, my sweet girl.
Tomorrow it will be a week that we are home from China.
I watch you sleeping and awake. You try to figure out what is going on now.
You've taken so much in stride, I can't believe it.
You wake up at around 2:30 in the morning-- just to check that this new Mommy and Daddy people are still here.
You don't like your hands touched, but if we hold your face in our hands we get a smile.
You accept your crib, but are happiest when we bring you into our bed for cuddling and you fall asleep and wake up with Mommy and Daddy are on either side of you.
You say Mama and Dada--always when the other person is holding you.
I watch you learn your surroundings and get stronger every day. I think of all the years we waited for you. I think of all the days I cried thinking I would never hold a child in my arms. I think of all the tears I shed. I think of every piece of infertility hell that I slugged through. Every bit of Chinese adoption hell that your daddy and I slugged through. Rule changes, forms, more forms a seven year wait.
I look at you sleeping in your daddy's arms.
My beautiful daughter.
You were worth it. You were worth every single second of it.