Saturday, June 20, 2009
There has been a change with Sophia. When she calls me Mama now, I can tell that it isn't because someone told her to. She is not the same little girl they placed screaming into my arms. Now when she calls me Mama, I can sense in her that she has decided to give me the chance to truly be Mama. I cannot explain it, it is a soul thing. When I look into her eyes and when I see her smiles and receive her kisses, I know she has decided to try with us.
I am doing everything I can to show her how much I want to be her Mama. I am in complete awe of this child. She is fragile yet strong, vulnerable yet in charge. A little pixie dancing around our hotel room. Her laughter is so loud that I wonder if people can hear her in the halls. She is a stunning beauty, she draws attention and holds it. Gives love and then witholds it. An old soul I cannot wait to know better, a hand I love holding every day, a face I can't stop looking at, a dream I just can't believe that has come true.