A few weeks ago we dismantled the room we had set up for the cutest little girl across the ocean.
Our two littlest were shouting with glee as we cleaned it out and made it into a fun toy room for them.
It's a tiny room and making it into a toy room made the most sense since they are sharing the other small bedroom.
In the midst of their joy at having their own space, I had to wipe away some tears. As Rob removed the bunk beds, we discovered one stray butterfly. I missed it when I pulled the butterflies off the wall in April. I didn't take it down. I couldn't bear to remove it. So our boys now have one lonely butterfly on the wall above their massive piles of Legos.
Don't get me wrong. I love our newest and wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. Even though he is testing and pressing and pushing the boundaries, my love for him is growing ever deeper as the days go by.
Each morning he comes down with the happiest grin on his face and will often climb into my lap so Mama can 'eat John.' He sits in my lap and I hug him and kiss him and he giggles and feigns horror at my kissing claiming that I will eat him up. I wouldn't trade those moments. Not for a million. A trillion. Ever.
But I still grieve. I can't help it. I still miss the little girl we left behind. So does Rob. Grief hits us when we least expect it. I pray for her daily. I long for a family to find her and for her to say yes. Yes!
So I'm keeping the lonely butterfly. It is a reminder to pray for the one we left behind. A little girl who needs a family. A Mama, a Papa and a room to call her own.
Her listing is back on Reece's Rainbow.
HARPER
Her listing is back on Reece's Rainbow.
HARPER