Our sweet daughter was born in March, the day her Gramps and Gram B. left to return home. They got the news of her safe arrival around the same time they walked through their front door. It was utterly heartbreaking not to have them there, but I was so thankful to spend time with them in the two weeks before her birth. Her Grandma D. flew in on the same day, and arrived at the hospital just minutes before I was wheeled into the O.R., so glad we at least had one family member around to help us welcome our dear one.
The last six months have been such a blur of emotions. Deep sorrow as we came upon a year without our sons, profound joy when we held their sister in our arms for the first time, pride as we've watched her thrive and develop. She has the biggest, most beautiful smile and is so kind to her Mama and Papa. There is an ease about life now that I was not expecting to come with an infant.
We spent a month with family in Iowa this summer. It was hectic and lovely, though we didn't get to see everyone we would have liked. It's amazing how quickly time moves now. We spent 2.5 years trying to have a baby we could hold in our arms, and she will be a baby for a much shorter length of time. Anyway, we loved having the opportunity to spend that much time with our families, so they could get to know our girl. It's so hard being so far away. Since her birth I've had a deep yearning for Iowa. This time of year always makes it worse (who wants temps in the triple digits in September?). I miss family and wildflowers and the smells of fall.
The chapter we've waited so long for is finally upon us, and I need to remind myself not to wish away time, she will not stay this small, and we will get back home soon enough.