I sometimes wish that I could contact Claire's birthmother. When she is doing things to absolutley crack us up, when she learned how to blow a kiss, when she learned how to say "good hug", when she conquered the demon that is the rocking horse. I am so sorry that she has and will continue to miss these things, but yet am filled with so much joy and love because we have her. I pray often that God will comfort her heart and somehow send her signs that all is well and she is a happy and healthy 2 yr old.
Then I often think of the nannies that took care of our precious one for 20 months before we could get there. I used to work in a pediatric intensive care unit. We would have some chronicly ill children that would return often and stay for longer periods of time. It was so hard to see those children leave us, even if it meant that they had gotten better. I know the nannies had gotten close to all the girls in our travel group, because they are all such awesome girls. I pray, too, that their hearts are comforted. THEY are the ones who helped shape her independence, and curiousity. THEY helped give her this beautiful ability to love and accept changes that come her way. I wish them a very Merry Christmas.
Have a safe and happy holiday season.
The picture of the dog is for Nana Susan....this is Hannah's pride and joy?
P.S. The plate of cookies and carrots is the offering to the red suited one and his posse.