Ma Poupoune

We signed & gave in the official letter from the CCAA entitled letter of confirmation of acceptance aka... "we're keeping her and she's ours and we're never letting go of her--ever". It is unbelievable how this little human being has touched our lives already. The idea that I have been entrusted with her life just blows my mind. I went to pick up some enlargements of the referral pictures I had ordered and I just could not resist opening the envelope at the counter the minute it was handed to me, and I could not resist showing them to the nice looking lady, Mme Suzanne, behind the counter. And I said it. I said it. To a stranger. "This is my daughter". She looked at the picture and back at me & put two & two together, and within three seconds into our story she had tears in her eyes. I soon found myself asking if she was OK. Poor lady seemed to be taken aback by her own emotions and seemed so moved at the thought of this little girl and I soon being together. She kept repeating "c'est ta poupoune" (translation: she's your baby girl)and kept oooing & aweing at the pictures. Oui, c'est ma poupoune. The story didn't matter anymore. Ma poupoune did. Ma poupoune.