It's true what they say - that the kids choose you, you don't choose them. The moment my foot touched the ground at Canaan's there were little arms wrapped tightly around my leg. There were many others too, but these particular arms never let go. As I tried to move away from the bus so that the people behind me could get off, I noticed that the arms hadn't let go. There were so many people touching me and hugging me at first that it was hard to tell what limbs belonged to which person. :) But when I stepped back from the crowd, the arms were still there. I looked down and she looked up and in that moment our hearts were forever entwined.
I don't say that lightly.
For as long as I live I will know that part of me is on the other side of the world.
Her name is Sarah.
They aren't sure exactly how old she is, but we guess around 4 or 5.
I love her.
Really, truly, love her.
She has only one dimple on her left cheek and it goes in for miles. :)
Her eyes are big and full of life and when they light up my heart grows three sizes.
She found me instantly and we were inseparable if I was at Canaan's.
Her smile will stop you in your tracks.
The hardest part about being home is knowing that she is there. So far away.
But I will see her again. I WILL see her again.
This is not the post I had planned to write today. I began by trying to tell about our first day at Canaan, but this is what came out.