Claire and I got to take one of our super-long walks, as the weather was uncharacteristically dry. When we headed home, I noticed a ladybug crawling around on Claire's hood. Mother's instinct took over and I swatted the little lady away. But, she was determined. She landed on Claire's wrist and stayed perched like that the rest of the way home, travelling with us several blocks. Then, I remembered.
Some friends are in the process of adopting a child from China, we have prayed for this child since right after I found out that I was going to have Claire. We have joked about playdates and hand-me-downs. I can only imagine how agonizing it must be to wait for your child indefintely. The eight days that followed Claire's due date were torture, and it was only eight days. In adoption circles, a ladybug is a sign of good luck. Here's a photo of the determined little ladybug that joined us today, reminding me of a little girl that will one day be in Sunday School with Claire, and will eat ice cream at my house and will be here with her mama and daddy soon.