My thoughts surrounding this adoption are often tainted with worry and fret right now. Every now and then I indulge myself in daydreaming about her being here, thinking about her nursery, or mommy/daughter things that we'll do someday.
Our boys obviously experience this process differently that we do (as they should). They don't worry the same way I do, but there isn't a day that goes by that either Noah or Lincoln doesn't say something about "baby girl". Whether it's in their prayers, a name suggestion, or pointing out someone that baby girl could look like someday.
Yesterday, out of the blue, Noah said to me..."Mom, even though it's not what I normally like - when baby girl comes home I will love to sit with her and watch princess shows." It was a sweet gesture at him expressing that he will want to help and please her, and I found it so endearing.