Namaste

I am giddy.

I am joyful.

I am dancing, spinning, singing and behaving in ways not normally acceptable in the adult world but entirely expected in the preschooler world, where one can wear one's heart on one's sleeve, in a shout or a song or in the joyful toss of cheerios in the air. I am living in that world of joyful, exuberant, hear-me-roar moments.

I am, finally, going to bring our daughter home.