I thought I would be able to do it. I had every intention of chronicling her adoption from the moment she hit our door.
I was wrong because I was too busy.
Too busy breathing in and breathing out. Too busy speaking with caseworkers and doctors and school officials. Too busy handling everything she threw my way.
There were many days that found me in tears. Many times when my inadequacy for the task was more than I could take. Too many needs and too many trials and too many everythings.
I just couldn't do it. It was way too fresh and raw and miserable.
But today I'm not miserable.
Misery left a while back. The stay gets shorter each time, but that doesn't mean that the time it spends with us is any more mild.
The days were long and hard and it felt like the end was never going to come.
For the last six months no one would have wanted me to be the face of adoption.
But God is faithful, and just as He has done with the three before, He has knit her heart to ours. We are thankful. We are blessed. We are tired.
Really, really tired.
The adoption was finalized last month. Life has settled down. She has settled down.
We are finding our footing and enjoying the journey again.
Our days are quieter and less crazy. We have more laughter and fewer tears.
We'll take it!