She wasn’t pleased at the sight of us at first. We had to work hard to entice her with a backpack full of stuff, especially snacks.
She liked putting things in a bag and then dumping them out. Putting them in, and dumping them out. We got right down on the floor with her and did it over and over.
Pretty soon, her brothers were allowed to come closer.
There was a flood of tears when her beloved nanny left. Then, it was done. Grief will come in waves. We know that well. We have 24 hours of a “bonding period” for us to change our minds. In this house, for this mom, that never happens.
Come what may, from this moment on, I am hers and she is mine.
Forever begins now.
–FullPlateMom, who is so very grateful.