Socks 'n things

Socks pop up everywhere. Alexander's. Did he forget to pack all of his socks? His two favorite shirts still peek out from the shelf.  When I least expect it, an abandoned item appears.
Visions of Tina in her bright pink dress dance in my mind. Purchased for her by Rose. Real sisters. Her most cherished piece of clothing. Very still now, the dress dances not, on the shelf. Shelves filled with a summer of sweet, golden memories, with the anticipation of winter adventures.
Raspberry jam in a cup of tea? Must be a Russian habit...
At last, alas, bedsheets returned to the linen closet. The existence of our two new children, washed away. Clean. Folded.
Returning to reality? Was it all a dream? One day everyone is one, here, together. The next day two are not. For the past week and a half, my life and world occurred mostly "in a dream".  After ten days I have re-landed in my body. In the physical octave. Back on track. Mountains will be moved.

Grateful. Hopeful. Expectant.
At the orphanage, Tina and Alexander are served food several times per day and they own a few donated clothes. The orphanage director seems kind and generous.My heart and mind are at ease, knowing they will  not be hungry and cold. Knowing two more orphans have a family who loves them. Knowing they will soon land in our arms again.
Protected from canyons of grief and depression, I am cradled in the hands of Christ. Surprisingly, to me , it is now not pain of loss I experience, but gratitude, joy and expectation of reuniting with our children, with our entire family, for Christmas. Each day one day closer to our reunion. So much happiness when we are all together. Panic and fear do not present themselves to me, full trust and faith in God do. It eases my body and soothes my soul. A dance of life. A sense of peace pervades my entire being.