This morning I pulled one of my favorite comfy dresses out of the closet and reflected how differently I felt when I slipped into it on this very same day last year.
On September 2, 2013, I dressed with a sense of urgency, nervousness, and complete wonder for what the day would have in store. I remember so clearly because it was the day we met Natalie.
And it didn't go exactly as we had hoped...
(Recap of that day,
not so Picture Perfect)
|we quickly learned just how strong...both in will and physical stature...she was|
and just how much she didn't like either one of us...
As if she's always been here...as if she's always been mine.
So today when I purposefully reached for that same dress, I smiled knowing that she'd catch the significance of it as she's often commented when I've worn it that I was wearing it the day we met.
And knowing that today I'd hear the pitter patter of her chubby feet hitting the floor followed closely by her raspy morning voice saying, "Hi Mommy, I love you!"