She is so delayed though. It hurts my heart to see how behind she is. At 21 months old, she doesn’t walk, she doesn’t even crawl.
The difference between now and two weeks ago is unreal though. In two weeks, she has learned to say ‘mama’, she chews real food now instead of requiring that everything be puréed and today at the airport, as we’re getting ready to leave her homeland behind, she stood up for the first time. On her own.
I am in awe of the miracle that is my daughter and I am in awe of the God who granted me the privilege of calling her that.
whose next post will be from the good ol’ US of A.