Finnley came into our life after our greatest season of loss.
Months before we started the adoption process again, I suffered our most challenging miscarriage/ectopic pregnancy that resulted in the removal of one of my Fallopian tubes.
We needed her, specifically Finnley, in our lives. She is a spitfire, full of all the emotions, full of all the personality, the goofiness, crazy, energy, and servitude that could possibly be packed into one tiny (Er not so tiny) body.
Finnley is kind, so incredibly kind and caring. She loves to share, consoles you when you’re sad or hurt, gives kisses and hugs, and just wants to be next to you.
She is fiercely independent and wants to do all the things by herself (until she can’t ), plays so well independently, and loves to figure things out...our little problem solver. She loves to build and color and gets so excited when you give her affirmation.
She is particular, just like me, and insists that everything be put into its proper place. She loves it when things are “all clean”. She has so much energy and loves to move, she runs circles in our house, prefers to walk wherever we go, and can jump on the trampoline for an hour if we let her.
Mostly she loves to serve. Whenever she sees a phone, glasses, wallet, shoes or purse, she brings it to us (whether or not we asked for it). She loves to line up the shoes (and all the toys) and will get them out for us when we say it’s time to go.
Her emotions are big. So when she is happy she is HAPPY and when she’s not she is NOT! I like to call her my Sour Patch Girl or my Box of Chocolates.
I am so grateful for Finnley, she has made my life so much better and has taught me so much in her short 3 years of life. I love you sweet girl. - 1 hour ago