Monday was a roller coaster of a day. Butteflies in my stomach in the wee hours, disappointment that her train was late, the elation of seeing her in the hallway as a living, breathing person, the heartbreak for her as she was terrified of us and fought me with every bit of "spicy girl" strength she had, the confusion of gathering all our stuff ~ and kids ~ and bailing on the civil affairs office, the promise that she actually leaned her head against me to close her eyes for a few minutes, the laughter that followed from the balloon game...
We needn't have worried. The only fighting us she would do was to be doing just what her siblings were doing.
That included taking off the shirt she had been wearing and putting on the pink shirt to coordinate with her sisters. She wasn't ready to give up her skin tight jeggings yet, but we couldn't get that pink shirt on her quickly enough.
|this may be the first picture of the m7, though before the adoption was official|
The only fights we had were who was going to hold Natalie's hand...so we had to give the other four timed limits.
Once at the market, we also stopped to see if we could find any shoes. Not that I don't think her little multi-colored sandals aren't cute, but the heel is a little impractical for a three year old.
We also browsed the snack aisle to see if she recognized any favorites. With Hannah's help we added a few more items to our Chinese snack stash and then went to enjoy probably the most delicious meal yet.