In the U.S., we really don't have a way to perceive the word "orphan." It tears at your heart and boggles your mind to see these sweet, sweet children and to try to comprehend the reality that they are...orphans. No family, nowhere to go save the orphanage. Little humans who God loves very much, but whose lives and futures are fragile and uncertain. When you see them, they are simply beautiful, and joyful, children. There is no way to make sense of the reality that is right there before your eyes.
After spending a few minutes with the children, we all went back to the baby room. Those minutes are a bit of a blur, but somehow, Amelia was in my arms. I knew her, but I didn't know her. She was so little, so beautiful! Such a hope and prayer and dream fulfilled.
I think Dave and I were a bit stunned and shocked that Amelia was finally in our arms. Grammy just cried and cried.
We stayed at the orphanage for a couple of hours that morning. We had brought gifts for the children, and we all alternated between enjoying the children and enjoying Amelia.
I think Amelia was a bit overwhelmed, too. But before we even left the orphanage, she showed us what we now know is her signature self-soothing move: sucking her fingers while telling us, "I rock!"