Our Little Sunshine

I have looked at this picture a thousand times. It seems I always find something new whenever I look at it. Her curled toes, her clenched fists, her 80's hair. The fact that she's wearing long underwear or leggings under her pants (thank you, foster mom, for keeping her warm). I've smiled or laughed out loud so many times while looking at this picture.

But the other day I noticed that her eyes look like she had been crying. And that made me sad. That she cried that day. That all the other times she's cried that I couldn't be there to hold and comfort her, and tell her it's okay. To not be afraid. To give her a big hug and say "Good job!" and let her know that she was so brave for sitting in that chair. To stroke her hair away from her face and let her know her mommy loves her.

I have so many kisses and hugs to make up for. I simply cannot wait.