Lily

LILY.

Just in case you thought I only write about my son...

Here is our girl...

 Smart. Mischievious. Silly.

 Curious. Lively. Fun-loving.

 Wild. Loud. Unpredictable.

 Lovely.

 GIRL.

 Our baby, soon to be our Big Girl. 

 Obsessed with shoes, phones and her brother.

 There are lots of unknowns and unpredictables in international adoption. 

Lily was our suprise in many ways. First, it was a beautiful surprise to be matched with such a young child, when we expected to be referred older children. Second, she is extremely healthy and robust, now weighing in at 30 lbs at 2 years old.

Like I said, she's got a taste for rocks and other non-food items. 

Maybe it's because for the first 6 months of her life, she was always hungry. Starving.

 Our first snuggle together. Look how unsure she is of this whole "Mommy" thing. 

She was 15 months old, and for most of her life, her only family was her brother. 

 One year old. Playing with her nannies at the care center. 

Happy as can be, now that she's got as much milk as she can drink. 

Our Lily. Our first photo of her. At 7 months old, she weighed only 8 pounds. In her referral the nannies wrote that she never stopped crying. Good for her, I thought. The silent children are the ones who have given up.  Lily is a fighter. She knew that someone, somewhere, would finally answer those cries. She will never be ignored, and she'll never be hungry again.