She is fierce with determination.
She easily cries, and she easily moves on.
She laughs with abandonment.
She expects that I will catch her when she leaps, or throws herself backwards.
She likes cheese, tomatoes, juice, cereal, and pretty much everything else except spicy food.
She plays with her hair when she’s tired.
She loves her baby dolls, but during the hour of destruction will throw them to the floor and run them over with her plastic shopping cart.
She loves bubbles, but calls them bubbies (please don’t correct her).
She dances all the time, and sometimes only she hears the music.
She hugs my leg, when she’s “hiding” from Casey.
She likes peek-a-boo, Pat-a-cake, giving high fives and fist bumps.
She twirls and swishes around when she’s wearing skirts.
She grunts at you if she disagrees with your requests.
Her laughter is infectious.
We met her on April 14, 2014 around 5:30 PM.
It was supposed to be a 2 week “respite” placement.
We almost said no.
The timing was bad. I was leaving my job (literally the next day) for a new one. And did we really want to open our hearts for just two weeks?
But the unbelievable happened, And now? Now, we’re hoping for forever.
Forever isn’t guaranteed though, as it is with the foster care system, so we’re just loving her every. single. day. (for the rest of her life, whether she is adopted by us or not).
She is magic.
Blog friends (if anyone is still out there), meet D.
She is little.
She is fierce.
She will move mountains.
