When I saw your face...

It was two years ago now that we first saw our daughter's picture and got her profile... the first glimpse of our daughter.  She was a million miles away and we knew so little about her.  We knew that she had an amazing smile and prayed and prayed for her little heart.  Today I am amazed at how much I know about this child, every little detail... I can read her mind and study her every toe and freckle.  I know without any question that she is made to be ours.  I can't even begin to tell you how perfect she is for us... there are no words.

Sometimes when we are with friends and their children, I find myself immediately thinking to myself how much they look like their mom and dad, or have characteristics like them.  Sometimes it saddens me to not know who my daughter looks like, what is just her, what is us or what could be her birth parents...  but you know what I realized a few days ago?  What I knew but hadn't let fully sink in... She is created in the image of our Father.  Mae has the individual imprint of our Creator's hand.  God made our precious one and knows all that we don't.  I just relax in this thought.  I hope that in the day that Mae struggles with her questions, that she would look to the One that made her and find rest.

Our Big Girl

So a lot can happen in just a few short weeks... Mae grew up A LOT.  We tackled potty training.  It wasn't easy, let me just tell you.  Mae would have prefered the diapers and told me so.  We pressed on and I was thoroughly worn out from cleaning up accidents or talking constantly about pee-pee.  A wise friend said it takes 3 weeks to have it down... and well she was right.  At a week and a half I could have cried and by week two we really had it down.  And week three we could finally leave the house and not fear embarrassment.  (:  

 We spent a lot of time at home during July...

 So now that potty training is done, we moved to the next issue.  Our baby is really gone and grown up... and seeing her in her crib at night made that apparent.

 She loved her crib and we really hoped she would love her big girl bed.  We talked about it for a week and she even helped her daddy sand it and watched as it got painted.  Finally the day came when we took down her beautiful pink crib and moved her bed into her room.

 And now all of a sudden she looks small again... She is still my baby right? 

 It looks snuggly doesn't it?

  She does love her bed and has lots of room now too,

but can somehow find her way to the bottom every night.