Even though it has seemed like my life is on hold waiting for news on Lion, it is not. My live has proceeded as normal. Normal being of the "why are there 500 legos all over the floor?", "no I do not know where the little parrot is, did you look for him?" and "I know you love ants, but you cannot bring them in the house" variety.
Every morning I am awakened by a little voice "Momma are you awake?"
Every morning I look into that sweet face and try to find traces of the little baby I met 3 1/2 years ago.
Every morning I marvel at how big she has become, all legs and arms, elbows and knees.
Every morning I answer questions like "Do pineapples grow on trees or on vines?" because she wants to make sure she is drawing them correctly.
Every morning I want to capture the essence of my little girl just as she is right now 4 and perfect.
Every morning I see her get excited about something, jumping up and down flapping her arms like she is trying to fly.
Every morning I reach for her, trying to hold her down. There will be time enough for flying little bird, right now stay in the nest with me.
Every night I sneak into her room to watch her sleep, arms and legs flung every which way. It is then and only then, in the curves of her face, that I see the little baby I met 3 1/2 years ago. My baby.
Every night I am thankful for the life that I am living.
Every night I realize that I am blessed.