The other day I had a “moment.”
“Why can we just still not even afford orange juice!? Like, why is that a luxury to us? Why can’t we afford to do nice dinner or hire someone to help us with projects. For most of our adult life we’ve either been adopting, saving, or adopting again–when can’t we just be normal!? Normal life!?”
Which is also the same day that we got a picture, in an email. Someone was visiting her orphanage, and knew she was a lucky one with a family, so they took her picture. And sent it to us. And the sweetest little baby teeth popping through to us, crooked and making their way, in a smile bigger than you could imagine as she grinned into that camera, tiny but smiling. Maybe she knew her family would be seeing it, and she knew that just because her picture was being taken she was special.
So then, one thing–I got over myself real quick. “Thats’s why,” we remembered, the best thing ever.
Orange juice isn’t good for you anyways.