David, Ariel and one of her friends are at an all-day concert listening to metal bands (not for me, thank you very much) which means I've been catching up on bills, puttering around, cleaning the garage... and thinking about... well, what else do I think about these days?
I'm thinking about Kavanna. It's 5:45 in the morning in China. She's probably sleeping. At least, I hope she's sleeping! Is she in an apartment with a foster family? Is she in a vast room crammed with iron cribs? What is her life like? What will the day bring her?
I hope there are people in her life who love her and make her feel special. I hope she knows the safety of a warm embrace. ... that she has enough food to eat and that she gets to play and laugh. At the same time I fear she is deprived of too many of these things that so many children take for granted.
It's disturbing and disconcerting to hear about what life in the orphanages is like, or read how some foster parents are loving and some are indifferent. So I am hoping for the best and preparing for the worst. No matter what Kavanna's circumstances are now, in a few months she'll be coming home to a family who loves her, unconditionally and absolutely.
In the meantime all I can do is wish her a happy day, a good day... and send her a kiss from my heart.
I'd like to think that somewhere on the other side of the world, a baby is smiling in her sleep. She doesn't know it, but she can feel those kisses from the heart. She doesn't know why, but she's happy.
Sweet dreams, Kavanna. We're coming for you soon!