She's been in our arms for 12 months now and while this day is all sorts of wrapped up in her, it isn't all about her. Yes, this was the day I met her. The first time I knew her weight in my arms. The first time I changed her clothes and splashed with her in a bath and began memorizing all the intricacies that make her who she is. The first time I gave her a bottle or discovered what she liked to eat (or not eat). The first time I felt the limpness in her body tell me she had quickly gone to sleep in my arms or brushed the tears off her cheeks. This day is etched in my memories. I will never forget it. And it isn't because this was the day I met her.
My life completely and drastically changed this day. I can be and never will be the same person who walked into that Civil Affairs Office in Nanning, China. I thought this was going to be a year about knowing her, discovering her, and weaving her into our home, our family, and our life. And to some extent, that is true. But there is a lot more.
On this day I met her. I came to know her. I am so thankful for her and all she brings to our home, our family, and our lives. More than anything else, I am thankful for the process. In knowing her, in shaping her into a Burris, I've known Him more and been shaped by Him more.
So, 12 months ago on this day I met her. But I also met Him. I am forever changed. Forever thankful. Forever blessed.
Happy Hannah Day, y'all. It has been a year of tremendous challenge, tremendous growth, incredible change, and deepening of relationships. On January 26, 2015 we met her. And in so doing, we met Him and He met us....right where we were.