Sophia and Mama at the pool. Love those mandatory swimming caps!
Sophia still packs up all of her treasures and places them around her before she will sleep.
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.