Kira and I were just setting the pot of water on the stove to make some pasta when a big college boy slipped through the back door wearing a happy-to-be-home grin. Kira’s face lit up when she thought it was daddy, but when she realized it was Donny she became instantly shy and buried her face behind my legs. She pulled so hard on my skirt I had to struggle to keep it from coming down! She squealed and stomped her feet at his attempts to dislodge her. She peeked at him several times with her coy grin.
Donny said, “why does she always make me work so hard for her affection?” Before he could get my answer he added, “girls are so different.” He dropped his bag, and initiated a game of hide and seek, crawling on all fours peeking around the corner of the kitchen island. Within minutes she was both running from him, and into his arms. He flopped down on the sofa and played dead. She cautiously approached the sleeping giant and peered into his face, and then he surprised her with a big roar. And he scooped her up before she could run away. Next thing I know she is bringing him books and nuzzling him under the crook of his arm.
Do I need to even mention how happy it made me? The “it” being how committed he is to knowing his little sister. There’s eighteen years between them and he could have the attitude of being too far out of the family to bother to win her affections. I am so thankful he’s crazy in love with her and can’t help himself but do whatever is necessary to get her to climb into his lap with a book.
Adoption is an element of our family story that has enriched us far far beyond what I could have ever imagined. Everyone who meets her is touched in their heart by her bounce and beauty and somehow I am sure it inspires the spark of a question in their own mind, “what good can I do for someone I don’t know?” I think her smile softens hearts and opens possibilities that hadn’t been considered before. She is so strikingly beautiful with her deep dark chocolate skin against my pale freckled self that I see people gasp at her exotic beauty. When I am with her, strangers smile at me so intensely that I’d think I just gave them a gift they had longed to have. (perhaps the sight of her is just that…) My hope and my prayers are that others will be inspired to follow the nudge from God to adopt if they feel him give the push. Adoption is a custom made family fit arranged by God. It still leaves me breathless when I consider there was a little baby growing in a tummy on another continent and she was meant to grow up here in America as our child, an equal LaTorre with opportunity to learn and explore that has no limits. How can I not fail with my words and simply utter, “Our God fills me with awe and wonder and I will follow Him wherever He leads me.” Following Kira’s life story is my honor and pleasure. I am fascinated as I watch her personality develop and I wonder, what will become of you child. What big plans does our great God have for you? It makes me shudder with excitement.
And it makes me giggle to think of myself back when I had that bike accident that I wrote about in yesterday’s post. If an angel had met me on the street while I walked back dirty and sobbing and told me, “you are going to have a baby girl from Africa in seven years” I wouldn’t have been like Mary in the bible and believed. I’d have laughed and thought, no way possible. Now that I see the whole journey I believe without one pixel of doubt “with God anything is possible.”