Back before the kids came home we had two opportunities to send them a small bag of treats. One of the things in the bag was a shirt for each of them.
When we picked them up, Beza still had her shirt – nothing short of a miracle really considering the way they manage clothes in the transition home.
A few weeks ago when we were in Arkansas with the kids we were having a conversation with Mark’s cousin Luke. He mentioned the day that Beza and Natalie came to play at their house. She was wearing the shirt. He asked her if pink was her favorite color.
“I don’t really like pink, but this is my favorite shirt because my mom and dad gave it to me in Ethiopia.”
Quite honestly, I forget that its the shirt we got her. It kind of surprised me that she remembers.
And that she has an attachment to it because of that.
Just another reminder of the way we can leave imprints on the heart of a child before we’ve even welcomed them into our family.