Months and months ago, when this adoption was still in its infancy, when I learned that Gladys was living in a foster home, I knew that Gotcha (and the ensuing transition) would be difficult. I knew it all the months that we went through the adoption stages. And when I learned that not only was Gladys in foster care, but that she'd been with the same family for FIVE years, I really knew it...this transition was going to be H.A.R.D. I knew it last night when I woke up 3 or 4 times. I knew it when I tried to eat breakfast and had butterflies in my stomach. I knew it when we were driving to meet Gladys and my hands were shaking. I knew it when we arrived at the meeting place and my mouth was dry. I knew it. Then, in walks this teeny, tiny, larger-than-life, little spitfire! I was instantly captivated! She has possibly the worst "bowl" haircut known to man, but oh, my! The personality bursting out of this little one was something amazing to see! She walked into th
She hopes to travel to England someday. This post will inspire her. Thanks for sharing.