The day we met Zoe, the orphanage director had brought all the things we had sent to Zoe, including the photo album. She was terrified of us initially and holding onto that photo album seemed to console her a little bit. She was holding on for dear life to something she knew, something from home, yet it was pictures of us.
You can read about that crazy awesome day here.
She's passed out in my arms still holding that photo album tight. The orphanage director is the woman next to me.
Today, nearly 16 months after being home with her forever family, she still likes to pull out her album. But now she can tell me who everyone is in the pictures. Love watching her grow up, my little Spicy Peanut.