Bliss

I don't know that I have witnessed true bliss before meeting Birke. In the two weeks we have been home I have seen it in her so many times. The first time on the merry go round, the first taste of ice cream, the swimming pool, fireworks, a monkey at the zoo, every tiny little gift she receives, painting a ceramic cat, an old pair of jazz shoes, a blonde wig, being hugged by her family and friends...Everything is new and exciting and a reason for bliss. Her eyes get big and she says, "yea!" and she is just, just...blissful. It is a beautiful thing and has been so fun to watch.

The bliss will fade, I know. Things won't be new anymore. She will get used to getting things and having things. I hope she is able to retain just a little bit though. I hope part of her is always able to remember when simple pleasures were worthy of bliss.