The power of a year

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...
But that day seems so far away now.

After a year of time...a year of trust building...a year of good days and some not so good days...I stand amazed at how she has become woven into the fabric of our family.  

As if she's always been 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!"


Grandma Shultz said...

Tears of joy just thinking of your journey with Natalie since that day when you got her. God is so good!

dhm78 said...

Oh, Kristy! This is why I check out your bloggy a couple times a day! I love your posts:) This photo is precious of both of you. And the look on your hubby's face in the first photo of little baby girl crying? Well, I had to giggle just a little bit! Totally understand:)

God bless you all, hollym.:)