
Makena was found at a gas station when she was five days old and I've always felt that the location she was left to be found at meant that her biological mother had hopes that her child would be going far in life. I know, I have a vivid imagination and I tend to romanticize things, but so what? That's the story I'm telling myself and I like it. And, of course, that's why this gift is so meaningful because it ties in perfectly with what I have imagined.
Of course, Makena will be driving it off the deck next week, so I'm now going to have to think about more baby-proofing. Ugh.

Now that we've been home two weeks, today, Makena is pulling herself up and standing for several minutes at a time. This is going by whiplash fast, I can barely keep up.
Furthermore, I still have to put my wedding pictures in an album (I've been married almost fourteen years) and I still have to do Jack's baby book (he's eight) and of course, I have to put something together for Makena but I can barely document her progress. Where does time go?

Coincidence? I think not.
Is a - clue
PS: official thank you for the Cadillac, headed your way in the next six to eight weeks. Look for it in the mail.
1 comment:
Isabelle-
No official thank you necessary. We will reject it. After all you've done for us - braiding maggie's hair, taking her skiing last year and all the tequila we drink at your house - influencing you to adopt a baby from china and then buying that stunning baby a pink caddy was the very least we could do.
Joan
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