We had driven from the Varna airport directly to the orphanage where it was nap time. I don't know if they woke Emilia to meet us or if she was kept awake until our arrival. We were ushered into a tiny ante-room with a giant couch, told to wait. The space was crowded and hot. When they brought Emilia in, she was scared, so scared. Too scared to even cry. I knew her size from the referral paperwork, but suddenly holding this frail little girl still came as a shock. In my arms was not a healthy nor a happy child. She was 18 months old, weighing maybe 14 pounds, if that. She was pale with deep, dark circles under her eyes. She was weak with very little energy. And she had just been handed over to total strangers in a room that she would have known from passing, at best, which left her feeling so frightened, so helpless, so lost.
| Can you see the shock beneath my smile? And her confusion, fear, and hopelessness? |
| If this photo had audio, I think Emilia would be grinding her teeth. And the nanny in the background is probably wondering if we will like this sickly child and decide to adopt her. |
Never, ever, ever on that rainy April day in 2011 could we have imagined what a beautiful, lively, radiant child would emerge into our family if only we gave her the time, patience, love, and understanding she needed. We have been immeasurably blessed with our little girl who is sweet and loving and funny and are so thankful that we took a chance on her and she on us.
