I wasn't sure how I wanted to title this post. Cara was found at around 15 months of age and today she's been mine for 15 months. At first I thought about, "And now I've loved her longer," but that wouldn't be true. Her birth family will always have loved her longer. Because I believe in my heart they still love her and think about her every day. There's no way anyone who has met Cara can NOT love her. She's funny and twirly and girly and cute. She dances and sings and grins and cuddles. She's fantastic. She's deliciously naughty. And stubborn. And a little bit spoiled, I must confess. And now she's ours. We are so lucky!
She's been a part of our family for two Christmases. Two Halloweens and Thanksgivings. One Valentine's Day, Easter, and birthday. We've taken her to parades, the movies, parties and New Orleans. We've been there for her first day of preschool and her first parent-teacher conference. We will get to experience a lot more "firsts" with Cara. And I'm sure there is a mommy on the other side of the world that weeps for the loss of the firsts. I think of her often. I cannot imagine making the choice she did. But I'm so very thankful that she did.
She's a pirate (Go Cougs!):
She's a kissy face:
She's our sweet baby girl: