It was a day that stretched long, so long. She slept on the floor of the plane, and I didn't sleep at all. We shared instant noodles on our layovers, and we prayed for understanding seatmates while she ran laps in airports. She threw her panda and screamed at the seatbelt, and still there were hours left in the day. We finally made it into the US and through immigration, fatigue in our marrow and a very quiet little girl in our arms. We stepped onto the escalator aching to hold our family close...and to be held. Oh, the sweetness of homecoming!
One year ago today, this brave little girl took step after step of trust, and her siblings fell headlong in love. God was gracious. A dear friend captured our first moments as a family in a lovely video (enjoy it here), and Alex's sister captured the joy on camera. Such gifts to us...
Today, Mercy's round face is framed in soft curls. Her strong legs run and jump. She colors and draws, reads and sings, rocks her baby and plays pretend (currently as "Elsa" or "Anna," depending on big sister's whim). And God's mercy to us? She is just that...exactly what our family needed. Today, I can't remember our lives without her.
For our precious friends and family that helped us bring our Mercy home and welcomed her with such wide open arms, we are so very, very grateful.