I'm not sure what to think...when I'm not day dreaming.
I'm in shock and disbelief, in the most amazing way possible.
When I walk through the kitchen and her big brown eyes stare back at me, I have to make the conscious decision to remind myself that she is the one meant for us.
And my heart skips a beat each time.
I look up from washing the dishes, expecting to see a framed photo of a colour print-out reading "Waiting For Our Little Girl In Ethiopia" and my breath is literally taken away when I see her face instead.
Only four days in, and I am still in disbelief. I relive the phone call in my head and I still second guess that it actually took place...that it wasn't a dream. Three years of waiting and I think it's going to take a while to sink in.
But here it is: she's real.
She is so very very real.