When we first got to Ukraine, I found one of those sticker earings inside one of the books I had brought form home. I set it on the table and it stayed there until it was time to move to a different apartment. Every time I would look at it, I would think about Ellie.
When I packed, I decided to put the little earing in the case for my glasses, knowing I would for sure look at it a few times during the day. It is silly how a tiny piece of plastic can hold so much meaning. Because every single time I see that heart shaped earing, I think about Ellie. How sweet she is, how silly she is, and oh how much I miss her. As a matter of fact, I had never missed anyone as much as I miss my girls right now.
Ellie, my first born. The little girl I always wanted and dreamed off. My artist and storyteller. Oh how I wish I could see her now, making her silly faces, dancing around the house.
Soon, soon I pray we will be home and I will get to wrap her in a big warm hug.