Falling in Love.
Elsa and I didn't have a history together. She came home to our family freaked out, while I reminisced about loving her the past 2 years inside my heart.
When our two worlds collided it was chaotic, hard, and scary. I quickly became an expert in adoptive trauma care to her. I met her every need, battled her every tantrum, and grieved with her every hurt.
We were in this hard spot together.
Our history began the moment she was placed in my arms for good. That is when our love story began.....the hard, the ugly, the pain has become the foundation to a deeply rooted love for one another. She KNOWS I will never leave her. She KNOWS how to trust me. She KNOWS she has a family that loves her fiercely.
Our history, although brief thus far, is grafted in both of us. Moments that will bind us together for eternity.
I will never forget.......
Her peculiar ponder over the blue veins peeking through my pale skin, as I marveled at her stunning ebony face.
Her fascination with my hair....and mine with hers.
Every time she spontaneously comes to kiss or hug me.
Those dimples.
How brave she is. I can't even comprehend how such a tiny girl has taught me so much.
Teaching her to sing, "Jesus Loves Me."
Elsa teaching mama how to "entata," or dance.
That sweet, deep, belly laugh that she has.
The intense eye contact we share just before bedtime. Those were the quiet moments when we fell in love.
She has changed my world forever. Every hard moment was worth it. She is worth it.