Just like me

She is so beautiful.

I just cannot put into words the instant attraction I have to all of our children here. This little one you see with me is Happy. And her name, as we understand its definition to be in American English, completely fits her personality. She is so tiny and delicate. And I don't use delicate as a word to invoke emotion. I literally mean that at any time, her tiny little bones feel like they are going to snap off! She is so so so so little. She barely weighs anything (it feels like maybe 6 kilos) and I have to confess that I almost dropped her one afternoon. She was laying across my lap and she was cooing at a toy. Two toddlers were fighting and rolling all over a baby at my feet. I quickly leaned down to break up the two and all of the sudden, I realized Happy was pinching my t-shirt, and REALLY TIGHT! She is so lightweight, that when I bent down to help avoid an injury to the little one under the two toddlers, that I nearly sailed Happy off of my lap! Luckily, she is so bright and such a little fighter, that she grabbed my shirt with her little miniature hands, and held on for dear life! Her body feels like a 4 week old. Its crazy. But, although her body be small, her spirit is big. Just like me! Ok, NOT just like me. My body is not small, but my spirit is big. We have that in common.

When I arrived here, there was a volunteer returning home. The volunteer's name is Rachel, and Happy was "her baby". I didn't fully understand it at the time...but I do now. Rachel had a hard time returning Happy to nannies on that morning of her departure. Her tears said everything that I understand now, that I couldn't have possibly understood then... and will understand better in a few months. So, Rachel, if you are reading this, just know that your baby girl is doing so well! I try to hold little Happy everyday. I give her love in the form of snuggles, kisses, nappy changes, and feedings. We moved babies over from the nursery into the big house, but Happy is still the smallest of our babies. Rachel, I really try to watch out for her. And I know that she is doing great! I can just imagine what that ride to the airport was like for you. Just know that your love for her has helped shape her into the beautiful little creature that I get to hold and love on daily. She was a gift for you while you were here. And I am "happy" to watch over your little gift and keep you posted! Here are a few more pictures. I challenge you all not to cry. She is so darn cute!