But as with any homegrown child, the joy of mothering Reagan has far overshadowed every challenge we encountered. Every fingerprinting appointment, every trip to FedEx, every check written, every hour spent on the phone, every moment away from Alyssa and Parker, every shot, every push of the “refresh” button hoping for an email update, every moment of waiting and wondering about a child – our child – sitting on the other side of the globe, was worth it. I’d do it all again if I had to. (In fact, I’d love to do it again for another child, but that’s a story for another day!). In the way that I am confident God put exactly the right sperm and egg together to bring us Alyssa and Parker, I know He hand-picked Reagan from all the children in the world, to be our daughter. From the beginning she has fit into our family with an ease I hardly dared to pray for.
Our joy only continues to grow with Reagan’s little body. Though she’s still the tiniest thing, she has a great big personality. She is not afraid to assert herself – which she needs to do often with two older siblings in the house – but she is also comfortable being alone. Her deep-throated giggle comes out with ease when Alyssa or Parker are chasing her, but she also loves to sit and play with only dolls to keep her company. Reagan is not without rebellious moments and unnecessary whines, but is quick to say I’m sorry (which comes out more like “a-see mama”) and give kisses. One of my favorite things about her is how grown-up she is while still looking very much like an infant. She’s anxious to do big-girl things like use a toilet, walk everywhere on her own, feed herself (including dipping everything in ketchup!)… pretty much everything that her brother and sister can do, but she still wears 6-12 month clothes. I love my tiny baby girl, who’s not such a baby anymore. Happy (belated) birthday Reagan!