Clementine came home last November at 19 months of age.
And five months later, so much has changed.
I’ve done my best to blog about all the changes, but honestly, she’s learning and doing and changing so quickly, I really can’t keep up.
When I think about the amount of time she’s been home – in relation to how she has grown, and how she has absolutely captured us – it seems like a really long time. I mean, goodness… five months ago she was essentially a stranger. And now we could not imagine life without her.
But when I think about that five months – in relation to how long she was without us – it seems like almost nothing. And the 19+ months seems devastatingly long.
In a few ways my heart hurts for all of us. Like how many Clementine *firsts* we missed.
But then we have days like the other day. Clementine’s very first trip to the park.
It was her first trip to a park as a sister.
If these are the kind of firsts we’re in for, despite missing the first 19 months of firsts…
my heart feels pretty okay with that.