Can this be true?

This is the question we randomly ask ourselves several times a week. Sometimes several times a day. Mostly in the morning, when we wake up to the tiniest of voices whispering from her bed, “Ba?”(Daddy) Or when she falls asleep in Christel’s arms during the afternoon and burrows in so close, as if she can’t get close enough. Nestled in like a baby bird under her mama’s wings. Home at last. Sometimes it’s when we watch her running or dancing or laughing with her brothers and sisters. Pure, unbridled joy, bursting forth like fountains. Or sometimes it’s in the quiet moments, with just a look from across the room. And there is the meeting of eyes…of souls. This was meant to be. We were meant to be together. Home. Family. Finally.

I asked the question many blogs ago…What is a greater celebration? The joy of finding, or the joy of being found? I have experienced both. My instinct is to say that the greater joy is in finding. But I am discovering that in the indescribable ache to find, and in the actual joy of finding, I am also being found. And it's a wondrous thing.

So, can this be true? Can this little person we call Honour, be home forever? In some ways it feels like she has always been here. And in other ways, like she just arrived today.

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(Song: "The Promise" by Tracy Chapman)

So on this, your fourth birthday Honour…we celebrate your life, and love you more than you could ever know.

Mom and Dad


-Rob