From the very first time Josie came to stay with our family, the very first moment her beaming face emerged from her van and I got all teary-eyed and choked up as I welcomed her, my heart has been more and more knit to her. God working His brand of magic, knocking my NO signs out of the way, opening my heart to the next child He had for us, the child I was so adamant there could and would never be again.
During these months of waiting to bring Josie home, when it’s been a while since the last time we saw her, I begin to wonder whether our family will be a bit much for her. Not everyone can take our family in stride, you know! And then the real Josie comes and my phantom worries dissipate. She embraces it all with gusto, entering right into the noise and commotion as if she had been blooming in this corner of the world all her life. She fits here as neatly as if God had designed us for her and her for us.
Every time I enter the facility where she has been staying since June, I’m more eager for December 23rd. We can see that the staff do their best to be caring and conscientious, but it’s not home and family. Last Sunday, when Josie was choosing which gingerbread houses to take back to rehab to share, I asked her about how many nurses take care of her. “There are hundreds of nurses at rehab,” she replied.
Tomorrow, there are only sixteen days until she comes home! She can’t wait; we can’t wait!
Truly, the dullest day at our house beats the most lively day at rehab.
And when is there ever a boring day here???
All photos courtesy of Mindy Walls…imagine them accompanied by happy chatter and Christmas music~