Shortly after we arrived at the House of Hope...Mezmur was placed in my arms. It is hard to describe the feeling. It was surreal, I felt nervous, I was scared, and obviously a weight was lifted and I felt complete. I was so happy to finally have our daughter in our arms. This was the very first photo of Mezmur after she was handed to me. She was very interested in my hair.
So, remember when I told you Rhett wasn't sure of the new photos of Mez? Well, at home, he would say, "I don't want a sister anymore." I was terrified that he would run from the room screaming about how he didn't want a sister. I was sooooo wrong...thank, God. He walked over so calmly, touched her head, and said, "She is so much prettier than her picture." It was instant love between Mez and Rhett.
You see that face? That sweet little face? When I see this photo it makes me a little sad. Our baby was so scared that first day. She was literally frozen in fear. Even today when she is nervous or unsure she gets really quiet and emotionless.
We couldn't get over (and still can't) how beautiful her skin was. I had never seen such a perfect shade of brown.
This is Mezmur's first toy, Sophie the giraffe. She was 7 1/2 months old and she never had a toy. She didn't put Sophie down the whole trip. She would fall asleep chewing on her leg. Today, Sophie is so dirty and the squeaker broke when I boiled her in Ethiopia. That toy brings back a lot of memories...like, this was the first time she opened her mouth and I could see she had two teeth.
It was a busy day for this little girl. She was taken from all she knew and the only people she knew. It took her one day to become comfortable with us and prefer us. Only one day. This amazes me. This baby girl went through so much in 7 short months and it blows me away how resilient she was...and still is.
This day means so much to us. To me, it is similar to a birthday. This was the day the nanny handed me this baby and told me she was mine. This was the first moment I was able to touch her and look into her eyes. The first time I fed her and changed her diaper. I carry these memories the same way I do the day Rhett was born. I will always remember the way the room looked and felt when we were waiting for Mezmur to arrive and I will never forget how I felt the second she was handed to me.