Nine Years

Nine Years. Nine years ago, I brought into my home a child. She cried all the way home from her adoption. I still remember that first night, confined to my bedroom, she spent the entirety of the moonlit hours climbing on every surface that she could get to, only settling down right before dawn. I didn’t sleep a wink. She ate well but would knock over all the water delivery devices that I had purchased beforehand. She chewed and scratched and jumped and ran (all things that she still does today.) The day that I first saw her, I knew that she was the one for me; and nine years later that feeling has never changed. 

Happy Adoption Day, Gypsy.