"Mom" she says as she points to the chair beside her.
She wants me to sit with her as she eats. So I do.
The word "basement" follows breakfast. The place where her brothers are. The next stop on her itinerary for the day.
And so begins another day with Suhn.
Last Thursday an e-mail came from the woman who started Angel House, the foster home in China where Suhn lived for almost two years. In it were a few more details of Suhn's history. Some known to us, some unknown.
Some gifts are hard to unwrap; they hurt.
This was one of those gifts. And yet, despite some of the hard things that happened to my little girl, the evidence that God was with her each step of the way is undeniable. She has an amazing story and we get to be a part of it.
The details have me looking at her in a new light.
She has been through so much in her short life and yet she is quick to smile and laughter is never far behind. She loves her family and her joy is reciprocal. It affects us all. It is miraculous.
And while the tears are quick to come when someone she loves steps out the door, the tears come honestly. She has been left before. It will take time for her to fully believe she is home.
I am so thankful for the precious gift God sent us to China to receive.
As a result, the to-do list went on hold because she asked me to join her for breakfast. I relished the moment while it lasted, marveling at the miracle that brought this little girl to our table.