Seeing things thru a new set of eyes

You know how you hear horrible stories about kids in foster care arriving with their things in a plastic sack. I have now seen it with my own eyes. What is even more sad or more heartwarming is that the maybe 8 articles in there were all with tags from probably a thrift store. I was thinking someone sent A with the best they could do. No worries though, God provides. 3 weeks ago I was texting Joyce about the ridiculous amount of hand me downs that we had accumulated for Camille. I think I'd counted 24 outfits. That wasn't even including the things that didn't quite fit her that I had set in the playroom. For some reason I didn't add them to the pile I took to CCA. Now I know why. They fit her perfectly. We have managed to pull together quite an ok wardrobe for A. Thank you God for seeing ahead to things I wouldn't know about.
Our first morning A plops herself down at the kitchen table like she's been doing it for years. She laughs at all of us like we are the best comedians ever. Her laugh is so contagious, we all look at each other and laugh even more. A wants to go with me to take the kids to school. It is so neat to see things thru her eyes. We take for granted the garage door opener, the ice in the fridge, the pumpkin in the yard. Thanks Kris for giving her a pumpkin. We get everyone off to school and our day begins. Get the call from Camille's doc and the head scan is clear but there is a sinus infection. 21 days of antibiotics twice a day. Good grief. Poor thing. Luckily she can toss back a pill like a pro.
A and I begin our day. Play dough, paint, all those things I love. She isn't a tv girl and doesn't seem to even know who Shrek is. That is awesome. We make our first journey out. Discover her fav color is green as we go thru the bank drivethru. She likes music and keeps telling me to turn it up. No wonder she, Todd & Lucas have so much in common. We arrive at Target to get her new toy. She says she isn't going to use her pacie. I believe it. BTW, she found it in her coat pocket that morning. She touches every button on every toy in the toy section. She points to the moon sand kit, and yes, I 'm still hard hearted, because I say thats kind of messy. Ok, she says in stride. No fit, no nothin. Where are my kids to see this? She doesn't ask for a thing the whole trip. She settles on a giant squishy type ball that she finds very hilarious. Ok, I'm not too hard hearted, because the pacie does make its way back to the scene at bedtime that night.
She is having so much fun. She is full of questions and so mannerly. Please, thank you. Of course, she and Todd share some laughs over burps at the lunch table. School calls and Camille has a headache, not sure if its a headache or a heartache and she needs to come home to see what she is missing. Soon we are all 3 outside then head up to school to get Lucas. They all 3 enjoy playing on the playground and A manages to do a pretty good job of keeping up with everyone. Her cries of "look at me" just delight me. Dance after school and A comes along like the trooper she is. I'm not sure if she is more fascinated with the water fountain, dance clothes, or watching Camille. My favorite thought is of the next morning when she tells me she wants to wear some dance shoes, but not those pink ones. I dig and find some tap shoes and our hardwood floors are now a little more distressed.