9:04 AM


I had a dream of Elora in the early morning of the 11th. We were in China, the dream was so much more real with sights, sounds and even smells from my real memories of Beijing. I was caring for her, playing with her, but when I woke up I could not remember her face. I could not even summon up the colour of her hair, was it white or black?
There were other babies being adopted, the children of travel mates, one little boy in particular who was so skinny with a very wide toothless smile and legs that were like wet noodles. Those faces I can see and remember, but not Elora's.
Maybe you have guessed, but we are going to be marking albinism as one of our special needs we are prepared for - thus my curiosity regarding hair colour. :)