Beautiful Girls

For months there was just a picture, or two. A split second frozen digitally... that is all we knew of two little girls who waited across the world for us to come for them. I wondered what would they feel like, what would they smell like, what would their voices sound like, their coos, their cries...

Today I found out.

We went to Peach’s house first. When they brought her into the room and I saw her, the tears came. The nurse gave her to me and it felt just like when they place your newborn in your arms. She is tiny but very solid and strong. She held her head up and looked me in the eye with such focus. She is so amazing. I feel privileged that someone would give her to me to keep.

Within minutes she proved to be a daddy’s girl. It was true love as soon as she discovered her papa’s beard. She kept reaching for it, digging into it. Even when he handed her back to me, she looked for him and reached out toward him.
Then she was whisked away and we were escorted out the door. A very short drive later we arrived at the gate of baby house 5.

After a moment of waiting, a troop of children shepherded by ladies on each side came around the side of the building. The leader, a little guy with blondish hair lit up when he saw us. He ran to me and jumped up into my arms... Awww. I gave him hugs and kisses and then put him back on the step. A second later it was Masha’s turn. She gave me a great big smile and let me lift her up. She was laughing and enjoying the attention... until I tried to give her to daddy. At that point she grabbed on to me and refused to be given away or put down.



She tired of me fairly quickly and indicated that she wanted to get down. When I let her go, she ran over the to swingset for a few minutes of swinging. From there she hopped on a stroller tricycle and rode it down the sidewalk to the gate. At the gate she got off the toy and banged on the gate. She said something to me and then said “Vroom vroom”. I told her that yes, soon I would take her away in the car and bring her home.



The lunch cart came and we were told that Masha would follow it because she likes to be first in line. She went to it, peeked under the blanket at the jugs and pots, and then ran back to me. The groupas told her it was lunchtime and called her in but she climbed into a stroller instead. She started strapping herself in so they told us we could take her for a ride in it around the grounds. Next she let herself into the play area and took out a baby doll stroller which she proceeded to push down the walkway. I put her new doll in it and she promptly tossed her out into the grass, lol.

When it was time to leave, there were no goodbyes. A nanny came and swooped Masha up off the sidewalk and took her inside. She started to scream and cry and I could not look back.

There is so much more to tell but I know that it will take me some time to process it all and do it justice. So for now I will leave you with more Peach pictures...