Wednesday, November 5, 2008
My baby girl is eight!
When did that happen?
It seems like just yesterday we met a shy, tiny toddler in a babyhouse in Russia. She was sitting across the room on a worn, wooden bench, picking dolls, horses and blocks out of a white fabric bag. Her face scrunched in concentration as she listened to what her speech teacher was saying.
Every so often she would glance our way, and then quickly go back to what she was doing...too frightened to come anywhere near us.
We slowly worked our way across the room...taking our time. Trying not to scare her, hoping she'd let us into her world. Slowly, she opened up to us. Letting us talk to her, play with her and eventually hold her.
Right then, we knew she was the one.
The little blond-haired, blue-eyed, tiny beauty had a personality so big, my husband called her Punky.
And it stuck. Six years later, she's grown into a beautiful, sweet, smart, caring, compassionate girl...who still has the personality to match her nickname.
The same little girl who enjoys reading 'Ramona the Pest', playing Barbie's and loves the color pink is the same child who loves softball, thinks nothing of jumping right in on a game of tackle football with her brothers and rides her bike no-handed.
I am so grateful God led us to her.
I'm thankful we followed our hearts, took our time and were patient. I'm thankful we didn't put too much stock into her medical sheet which indicated she had 'issues.' (She's completely healthy.)
And I'm thrilled to pieces she let us into her world.
Happy Birthday Anya!