We are home. The trip to Ethiopia was the most emotional, exhausting journey I've ever been on. Our little Grace was very ill when I arrived and it was a good thing I went when I did because I seriously doubt she would have survived another two months in the orphanage. We went through several days of worry with her after our arrival, but it's been amazing how quickly she has improved since I took physical custody of her. Every day she amazes me with her new strength. She never complains except when she's hungry, which is a lot. She's trying to catch up for lost time. Kistet is definitely a survivor for a reason--she demands to be noticed and fed on her terms. She's adjusted much better than I expected, but she can be very moody and does not like all these new rules of being in our family. She loves her little sister, though, and spontaneously gives Grace kisses and never shows any jealousy towards her. She's also latched on to her brothers and likes to tag along wherever they go if she can. She seems to wonder why she can't do everything they do. Here are some pictures!
