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Surgery

My silence the past three days has been because our little chipmunk had thumb surgery (for a minor congenital defect that I mentioned before in a post–the whole reason we were able to adopt her, since she’d been rejected several times before…how lucky are we??).  She had an overnight stay on Tuesday (I slept in the room with her), and we were home Wednesday afternoon.

She did fabulously–such a brave girl–and she’s not been visibly slowed by the cast (or the pain).  It’s like she came with such a handy-dandy appendage.

This small surgery made Dan and me thankful for health and good-quality medical care.  Sitting in the waiting room with other parents of severely ill children made us realize how easily life can change, and what exactly life is–a settling into living within the circumstances, and meeting them with some sort of aplomb, knowing it won’t always be this way.

In November, for Liliana’s adoption shower, she was given multiple room sets to a magnificent play house.  Since she’d received so many gifts already, we saved the whole shebang for her one Christmas gift (I know, I know, each room could count as one!), but here it is, in all its glory.  She loves it.  So far it’s been a creative way to teach her words.  Vacuum cleaner.  Vroom!  Washer.  Dryer.  Washing clothes.  Stove.  Hot. Table.  Chairs.  Eat.

It’s been a slow, happy day here at the Elliott house.  We wish you the merriest of holidays, full of contentment and joy and thankfulness.  And if, instead, it is a difficult time for whatever reason–illness, job loss, relationship woes–we wish you some sort of peace for today, a ray of hope in the dark.

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