Me and My Gal

Today was FINALLY
The day
I have been waiting for
Praying for
Wondering if
We would make it to.

It was a big appointment day
For Miz N
And I honestly didn't know if we would make it to
"The first appointment available"
When they gave it to me exactly 30 days ago,
But by God's grace
(And a bunch of chewed off fingernails
Too many peanut m&ms
And a lot of take-out meals)
We made it to today.

We met the doctor.
I talked.
Miz N answered questions.
(All while sitting on my lap,
Draping her body over mine,
And begging to play the iPod
Any time a topic wasn't directed at her.)
The doctor responded and took a lot of notes.
And we are moving forward with new plans
With new things to try
With new techniques and strategies to implement
Because the doctor said,
"We can move forward with this plan
Because you are providing her with stability
Unlike she has ever had in her young life."
And I teared up.
And Miz N's response as we left was
"I am blessed that you love me enough to take me to the doctor to get help."
Sigh.
(All this after a particularly trying previous 24 hours.)

Then,
After the two hour appointment,
We played "hooky" from school.
(Or as Miz N kept saying,
"I am hooky from school today."
Yeah - hope that doesn't get around too far.)

We enjoyed breakfast at Matt's Big Breakfast.
Miz N was excited to go to a "special", "unique" restaurant
That was once on TV
And then she said,
"I think we should go look for tadpoles at the nature preserve."
And so we did.

 

And when we finished,
Miz N said,
"I got to pick one thing -
It's your turn."
And I picked Christmas pedicures.

Then the phone went dead
(Note to self-
When enjoying a foster mother-foster daughter day
Be prepared to a take a lot of pictures
And remember to bring the phone charger along.)
So there aren't pictures of the finished project,
But Miz N declared it "the best day ever"
And then later changed it to,
"One of my top-ten best days".
Because she kept coming up with other memories of things we have done together
In the past six months.
Yes.
Six months, as of tomorrow.
Unbelievable.
 
I enjoyed listening to my girl.
Holding her hand.
Listening to her inquisitive ways.
Shaking my head at her imagination.
Rolling my eyes at her endless Christmas jokes
(Seriously - who let the kid check out 101 Christmas jokes from the library?
She can't remember what I told her 10 seconds earlier, but she can quote
Twenty-plus jokes that she only read once!)
And
It was good.
Good to reconnect.
Good to just spend time together.
Good to just be free.
Good to just be spontaneous.
Good to just be slow.
Good to be us.

Please keep us both in your prayers.
We have a long way to go
And some big hurdles to begin to jump through
And I can't share anything beyond what I have said,
But pray for a little 8 year old girl.
Pray for peace of mind.
Pray for acceptance of self.
Pray for a content joy for life.
Pray for her body to be accepting of the new strategies
And new techniques we are going to be introducing.