our little girl

There are so many things that I could write about this little girl in our lives. So many things to share about how I am feeling and just little E, S, and N. But I must be disciplined with sleep, so I have to keep this short. Day one of being home, I was overwhelmed and feeling, am I really up to this. Day two of being home, I was tired and crabby (hence why I must be very disciplined now, so tomorrow I'm less tempted to be crabby!). Day one of being home, E falls in love with N. Always desperate to hold and in E's words "rub tummy?". He even knows now when she cries she needs a drink, and today he even tried to hurry the process along by lifting my shirt to help her get one. S sees N as someone or something to bang his hand on. Maybe that's what E has always done to him. I still can't get my head around the fact that I have a girl, I still call N, S and he or him. T laughs at me, and goes along with it for awhile and then says, do you know what you are saying? I then have to quickly retell my story using her name and saying she. I still can't believe I have a daughter. So weird. Okay gotta go to bed.

KCJ, I liked your story about meeting the Indian family. I'll pray now as I fall asleep that God will open more doors and that they will contact you!