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| Yuan Yuan 2009 |
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| Yuan Yuan 2007 |
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| Yuan Yuan 2010 |
Pictured are three precious pictures from an amazing orphanage who has documented the years we missed!
Just two weeks until we get to pick up Amelia. I'm beginning to worry about the plane ride already. So I spend my nerves packing. What do I pack for a child I do not know? Does she like dresses or pants? Does she like dolls or Legos? Will she want to wear her own familiar clothes? Will she let me help her bathe, and dress, or will she have been expected to do this on her own? How do I best express my motherhood through these choices? When all my children are so well-known by me I know how to pack. We've been doing lots of packing; living in Denver on our way to and from everywhere else, which will continue--thanks Rendy and Andy for always mopping for us:) I knew to pack swim stuff as it is a sport all three children agree on. Passionately. Always. Swimming works. But Drew doesn't feel great without his squishy goggles and a shirt to swim in. If I forget to pack pajamas no one cares, but if I left out an abundance of socks for Drew or a pair of flip-flops for Cora, life would not be quite as full.
Spoiled. I guess Drew would call it that. But actually, it's my right and my love to know my children. A right and a love I think God could say a lot about. And so I wonder in the dark as I pack and repack a suitcase for our fourth child, who will be 5 so soon, and has had so many others packing for her for so long, but never me.
