Today marks the day when we saw Julianne for the first time face-to-face. We had loved her from afar for nine long months, and finally, we saw her. I will never forget the feelings from that day. The way my fingertips felt numb with anticipation and nerves. The way when we rode the elevator to the floor where this meeting was to happen, we saw a curious Ayi pop her head out of a doorway, and when I asked if Julianne was in that room, our guide nodded yes. The surreal knowledge that we were on another continent, in our daughter’s city was quickly eclipsed by the even more surreal knowledge that we were now in the same building, on the same floor, about to be IN THE SAME ROOM!
I couldn’t even think clearly enough to process the enormity of what was happening.
One Less in one way.
One More in so many more ways.
She’s a daughter, friend, student.
She’s a sister, granddaughter, niece.
She’s a dancer, snack-loving, ice-cream-bowl-licking little ball of fire.
These years have grown us, tested us, tried us, frustrated us, and brought great joy. The journey really did begin on that day, and it’s not over yet. Adoption isn’t a sign-the-paper-and-done kind of thing; we are walking this out every day, every moment, learning, falling down, and being picked up by our gracious Father.
Happy J-Day, my girl. I’m so glad you’re ours.