While packing...

I am sitting in my living room right now.  It's late and I need to go to bed.  Much of the floor and almost every place to sit is covered with luggage in various stages of being packed.  My mind is wandering to where it usually wanders these days...  In three days, I will see my new daughter.  I love her very much.  I have thought a lot about the first time we see each other again.  What should I should I do?  What should I say? How do I convey my heart to this little girl who has never experienced the love of a father?  

 I have rehearsed it a thousand times in my mind: I'll start with a bear hug that will lift her off her feet and leave her just a little bit breathless.  I will put her down, get on my knees, hold her face in my hands, look her in the eyes and say, "Irena, my beautiful girl (I learned how to say that part in Latvian).  You are home.  You are safe.  You will never be alone again."  Yes, that's what I'll say...if I can make it through.  Even if I don't, it's okay.  I have every day for the rest of my life to tell her and show her.

Sleep well tonight Irena...your daddy is coming to get you...very soon.