Lounging on a Sunday afternoon

About a month before we left to pick up Sofia in Guatemala, Clyde and I were thrown a wonderful baby shower by our family and friends. We were so aprehensive about the huge changes that were about to happen in our life, and had so many questions about what kind of parents we would be and how we were going to connect with this little being who was soon to be the center of our world.

My sister, who was not able to be at the shower, sent us a copy of the following poem....

There are little eyes upon you
and they're watching night and day.
There are little ears that quicky
take in every word you say.
There are little hands all eager
to do anything you do;
And a little girl who's dreaming
of the day she'll be like you.

You're the little angel's idol,
you're the wisest of the wise.
In her little mind about you
no suspicions ever rise.
She believes in you devoutly
holds all you say and do;
She will say and do, in your way
when she's grown up just like you.

There's a wide-eyed little girl
who believes you're always right;
and her eyes are always opened,
and she watches day and night.
You are setting an example
every day in all you do;
For the little girl who's waiting
to grow up to be like you.

I cried at the time, and I am crying again as I type this only because I now know first hand that these words are too true.

There is no doubt that Sofia's birth mother and birth father gave her her beautiful smile, her bright eyes and her deliciously silky jet black hair, but there can be no doubt that she learned how to lounge on a Sunday afternoon by watching her Mum and Dad.