I still remember the day I first laid eyes on my eldest daughter. After nine long years of infertility and waiting on adoption lists, the day finally arrived when we became parents. A young lady by the name of Pam chose my wife and I to be the adoptive parents of her little girl.
Two days later, we brought this little bundle of joy home. We would undergo a six month probation time with the adoption agency, but there were no worries there. We were more than ready to be parents, and neither of us minded getting up in the middle of the night to feed. Neither of us minded taking care of diapers or bathing. Neither of us minded the lack of sleep. We were overjoyed! I must confess at this juncture that I was particularly fond of this little girl, and I think she shared the same fondness. She had a touch of colic. It wasn't as major as it could have been, but it still affected her. When it hit, no one could console her. No one, that is, except me. I'd stretch her belly out across my chest. I'd wrap her in my arms. She'd suck on her "binkie" and in moments would stop crying and go to sleep. She was my girl. Case closed.
It's hard to believe seven years have flown by. It's hard to believe my little girl is growing big! She's got ear rings now. She probably knows the ins and outs of my phone and Kindle Fire better than I do. She is excelling in first grade--an all "A" student. There's no baby left in her at all.
Except when she comes up to me and raises her arms. She looks at me and says, "Up hug, Daddy! Up hug!" I have to bend my knees a little more now. I'm glad I've been working out. Those up hugs require a little more effort. But I'm giving them as much as I can. All too soon, I won't be able to do it anymore, and she will not want them. But for now...
Happy Birthday, Kiera Gail Haug. We love you very, very much!