Saturday, April 6, 2013

Sophi's Perspective

Sophi was cuddled up in my lap as we sat and watched General Conference.  She looked over at the large picture of her we have in our living room.  It's the picture we first saw, the one with the haunting eyes and plaintive expression.  Her in the orphanage.  Then we had this conversation:

Sophi:  "My birth mother left me alone, didn't she?"
Me (a bit taken aback):  "What?"
Sophi:  "My birth mother left me alone, didn't she?"
Me:  "Yes."
Sophi (with a big smile):  "Thanks, Dad, for adopting me!"
Me:  "You're welcome."
Sophi:  "You're my favorite."
Me:  "You're my favorite."

Wow.

-Jeremy


As I blog this, Sophi is standing next to me in her completely obtrusive, lean-against-you, use-you-to-help-her-keep-her-balance sort of way.  Her head and chest continue to push against you, up under your arms, against your legs.  She just kind of worms her way into your space.  This doesn't even take into account her non-stop chatter.  It takes some practice to learn to appreciate this, but I'm getting pretty good at it.  As I searched for the picture in iPhoto, Sophi was looking with me.  When I found it, I pulled a copy onto the desktop to make it easy to put in the blog.

Sophi (very offended):  "Why you take the picture out of me?!?"
Me:  "I just need to put it there so I can put it in the blog."
Soph (completely mollified):  "Oh.  Thank you, Dad.  You're so kind!"

I love her way of saying things:)