Each time I look up, or over, or at the photo of our sweet babe's face in one of the frames into which we have placed her, my immediate thought is, "What a gorgeous, sweet, gentle, smiley faced baby they chose for that stock photo. What a beautiful child".
It's not, "HELLO! SHE IS THE ONE MEANT FOR US".
Nope, apparently I'm still in shock. Yes, still. Nearly three weeks in and I still don't "get" it.
A report from a friend the other day (who saw her!!!) made it a little more real. Ah hem, the report made her a little more real. She was off getting her vaccinations. That's pretty darn real.
But it's still hard for me to fathom that we have been given the greatest gift of all...and she currently lives 13311 km away.
It's true though. And it's real. And she is real. And the longer I stare at the photos in the various frames, the wider the smile curves at the corners of my lips. And synapses fire shivers down my spine and up and down the hairs of my arms.
She is real.
And today, she is six months old.