June 25, 2007
It's Monday morning, sitting in my office overlooking Parliament Hill, it's a cloudy day, and as always my thoughts keep drifting far, far away. What is she doing today? Is she happy, is it hot, did she go outside, did her nanny pick her up? Does she like her crib-mate, did she get to go outside and play?
Two weeks ago our family was matched with a little girl from China. Her name is Yang Xi Zi Wan. We're going to name her Jasmine Zi Wan. From the moment my husband opened the envelope containing her photographs it was love at first sight.
She's seven months old and she's very beautiful. She has very bright eyes, and a rosebud mouth. She doesn't have much hair, the match-maker at the China Centre for Adoption Affairs couldn't have known I adore bald babies. Her medical report says she loves "merry music" that she's "restless and active." She was born on October 26, 2006, and is currently living at the Yang Xi Social Welfare Institute in Guangdong Province.
We've poured over the characters in her name. My eldest son Louis-Alexandre pulled out the Mandarin-English dictionary. Her name Zi definately means purple. At first we thought her second name, Wan, meant aster, but upon closer inspection have discovered it means Grace.
We'll just have to make sure she grows up in a graceful garden, filled with purple asters and jasmine.
Oh and by the way, one of her photographs pictures her sitting in a red chair in front of a background of butterflies. That photograph really meant a great deal to me, because butterflies have long been my personal symbol of hope.
Monday, June 25, 2007
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