When I arrived at the orphanage, it was around 10:00 at night.  They woke Arama up and told her mommy was here.  She was placed in my arms.  She looked at my face for a minute or so.  I told her "It is mommy" a few times.  Then she realized who I was.  She took her little hands and placed them on my forehead.  She gently caressed my face down to my chin, 3 times.  Then she took her hands and was lovingly touching my hair.  Talk about my emotions running high, it was hard to hold back the tears. I put her back to bed and told her I would return tomorrow.

The next day came and I returned to the orphanage.  Arama came running to me.  I held her the entire day because she refused to let me put her down.  It is good that she is not too heavy.  She was very possesive of me.  All of the other children wanted to be by my side also.  She would tell them "No, that is MY mother." She was so happy to have a mother to call her own.  Every child automatically should have parents to love and care for them.  Arama would give me kisses often and was just quiet the first day or two, taking it all in.

It is an honor and a blessing to be her mother.  Thank you my heavenly Father for the blessing of adoption and our new daughter.  The Bible says it more blessed to give than receive and that is so true.

I will write more later.