Intense

I love Yenenesh telling this story... it is so very her. On a side note, pretty good English for being in the country for 3 months and for it being her 3rd language in 10 months, huh?













Yenenesh is intense. She hungers for our love. Sometimes she sits on my lap and I can feel her trying to soak me up... wanting to crawl into my skin. She is right in my face, giving me hugs and kisses, touching my face, looking into my eyes... just taking every ounce of me that she can. That is great. And lovely. And precious. It is also hard sometimes to remember not to pull away. It is hard to give that much of yourself as often as she needs. I have to remind myself to make sure I am open and giving her what she needs, because it can feel so... intrusive. I have a need for a lot of personal space, and having to give it up has been harder than I thought it would be.
I think a lot about what it must feel like for her, having a family again after losing hers.
She wants us so much and is so unsure about if this is for real. She is getting more sure every day, I think.