A Dream Quickly Fading

I've been asked what it's like to be "single" again. I will admit that the sweet questioning sound of Mama....is definately missed.
All in all, the whole visit doesn't seem quite real. It wasn't easy...mind you.....but it had so many joys attached to it. Learning a new language, learning to communicate, establishing a pattern, relieving natural curiousity without incurring harm. So many new things for her to do and see and taste and try.
She had so many first experiences that we were a part of. Taking Johane to the zoo was a treat. Watching her face as she saw a live tiger and a giraffe were priceless. Seeing her ride a bicycle was wonderful. She enjoyed almost every thing she did.
We got the Joy of watching her see herself in a mirror with two brown eyes. I still get tears thinking of her reaction. We saw her face light up every time she saw Dr. Houser. He was her Hero.
We witnessed her bravery as she went away from her country with a stranger and fly to America and a strange place called Michigan. We saw her first experience with an escalator, an elevator and a people mover. It was enchanting. I watched her splash water all over herself because the electric eye on the sink wouldn't shut off because her hands were still there. Seeing her nearly leap out of her skin when the electric eye flushed the toilet was priceless. Reassuring her that in America these things were normal.
Watching her face as she encountered SNOW for the first time was entertaining...she was so surprised that it was 'fret" cold. Seeing the beauty on her face as she held a Monarch butterfly on her finger and said "My baby.....look, it's black, like me" (and beautiful like you too sweetheart).
Seeing her light up when she saw the Godly men in her life at church. Their smiles and hers as they encountered each other. The smile on her face as she teased them into playing basketball. Her growing strength as she mastered the ball and finally the hoop. Her dribbling the ball under her leg to show her sister in haiti after returning home.

Was it real? Was it a dream? Maybe it was both....a little bit of walking with God on earth as He showered us with the Joy of his creation seen through the eye of a small Haitian girl. To be so blessed beyond measure is priceless beyond words....so please don't pinch me, I'm not sure I want to wake up fully. May you be blessed by your memories and your time through the looking glass of my little Haitian princess Johane. God bless you all. Thank-you to each of you who shared in this adventure. I am hoping that she will be able to visit us once or twice a year in the future. God willing. Please keep her and her family in your prayers. Haiti is a hard land, and they need the Lord to watch over their household.
May The Lord Bless and Keep You Always. Cynthia