Surreal

It's surreal to think that in one week I will be meeting my sister.

So many questions race through my mind. Will she like me? Will I be able to hold her? What if she's scared of me?

I wonder if she'll like to have pajama dance parties. I wonder if she'll love cheese puffs like Levi. Will she like to play in the dirt, or will she love tea parties and princesses? What does her laugh sound like?

I want to experience that smile in person. I want her to look at me and know that I am her sister. I want her to look into my eyes and feel safe and loved. I want her to look at me and hold my hand and know that I would die for her in an instant.

I want her to know that if she wants to dance, I'll dance with her. If she wants to make mud pies, I'll make mud pies with her. If she wants to have a tea party, we'll have a tea party.

I want her to know that if she has bad dreams in the middle of the night, I'll come in to hold her. I want her to know that if she falls down and gets hurt, I'll scoop her up and make it feel better.

I want her to know how much she is loved. I've prayed that she knows this for over a year.

It's surreal to think that in one week, I will be able to physically show her that love.