On Wednesday, we met our second daughter for the first time.
V. rolled into the room in a stroller, but she might as well have been on a litter, or a throne. She's pretty queenly.
I saw her and broke into a smile, almost despite myself. Anette was afraid to look at the girl, and looked at me instead, to see my reaction. Then we went over and started playing with her. Adinah gave her a Babarpapa toy, which V. immediately threw on the floor, because she knew that we would pick it up and give it back to her. Then Adinah gave her several bear hugs.
We stayed with her for about forty-five minutes.
Adinah has been entirely unambivalent about her desire for a little brother or a little sister or a cat.I'm pretty sure Anette made up her mind to ask V. to come home with us within the first ten minutes of meeting her. But I insisted that we wait until the next day to decide. I just wanted some time to think it over for myself.
But even I knew. Later on, when Anette and I looked at a picture of Adinah beaming as she embraced V., I started crying. Our first daughter looked so happy and proud of her new little sister.