I can't believe a month has gone by without blogging. Actually, I can. It's not so much the busyness of our new life as a family of 5 that has kept me from it (although that is certainly a factor). It's been more about my loss for words. Or maybe it's my abundance of words. So many posts are brewing in my head and yet I haven't been able to get them down on "paper."
The experience of adopting is so profound that a lighthearted post about Halloween costumes doesn't seem to capture enough but at the same time, verbalizing the depth of our experience can seem too heavy at times. Maybe that sums it all up right there. This experience is full of dichotomies. We make the huge decision to add another family member and yet after we fill out the paperwork, the process is out of our control. We meet our sweet Grace, who is a stranger to us, and she suddenly is entirely our own. Her actual adoption was such a big deal and yet it will be but a small part of her history. She looks very different from us and yet she has the same eyes as her brother and sister (lots of people tell us this). Just 4 months ago she was in an orphanage halfway across the world with no family, last month she wore a poodle skirt and cruised the neighborhood for candy. She is sitting next to me in her highchair eating cheerios as I type. And yet again my mind can't decide between "what a normal baby thing to do" and "there is a little brown person sitting right next to me who was born in Ethiopia...and she's my daughter!" It's hard to make sense of it all sometimes and yet, it makes perfect sense every time I look at her. She is ours.










