Tonight I bought a shopping cart full of tiny, flowered, pink, purple, polka dotted, ruffled outfits for a tiny, sweet little girl. I brought a measuring tape, to compare the agency's measurements with actual clothing... turns out she's smaller than I was imagining. 16 pounds, 26 inches tall, 4.5 inch feet.
My heart kept racing. Throughout today and this evening it has sunk in even more: This is real. At this time next week, we'll be waking up together in Ethiopia, on our second day of having known each other. I wonder what we'll look like to her... smell like... I wonder if even on the second day there will be more familiarity and comfort than on day one. I wonder how she'll look at us.
And I wonder how we're going to get all those clothes to fit in her closet.
