We're still completely wiped out. The house is a mess. The suitcases have yet to be moved from their initial "plop" point. The kids aren't sleeping all that great at night (Keira thinks it's China time, bless her heart) and so Mom and Dad are up at all hours. Dishes are piled up. Bottles are everywhere. Diapers are climbing in numbers and taking over. We're still sick. Laundry is a mile high and several mounds wide. Mail is in a big Leaning Tower of Pisa stack. Burp cloths, teething rings, Puffs, baby food, formula, baby toys, and hairbows are strung from one end of this home to the other...
She's in that room, folks. She's in that crib...
If I went in there right now to wonder where she was...or when or even if she would ever be home...I wouldn't have to look very far.
Because she's there
Sleeping. Happy. Healthy. Beautiful. Charming.
All 18 pounds of her
All snuggly and warm and in her cute girlie jammies
The name on the wall is not just a passing hope
Speaking of hope, I forgot to share with you
We decided while in China that we would give Keira a portion of her Chinese name, so here it is...
Keira Joy Xi
Xi is pronounced "she". Xi means "hope"
Keira Joy "Hope" is sleeping in her bed after four long years of hoping and waiting for her
She's there...in that room, even now...
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13