Charmayne's parents arrived while we were talking, in order to collect Naomi for the night. We greeted and made small talk (what do you say at such a poignant moment?) made our farewells, then waited for this latest one of us to arrive. Which she did, at about 9:30 this morning, our time. Zoe Yin-Mei. It is such a beautiful name, and so alive with meaning . She peers blearily out of the photographs I have of her, her little face blotchy from her arduous journey and her tiny fingers curled in a tight blue fist. Her name means life and is a statement of hope and determination and intent, for her and for me. How can I love her so much, whom I have never yet seen? How can I wish her so well?
In a fortnight we will make the trip across the ditch to meet her properly and to celebrate Naomi's 5th birthday. But this morning I woke, drank tea in the frozen darkness, and sat in the silence of my study, thinking of Zoe as she journeyed earthward.
Travel well, little one, this day and all your days, may your name define you and reflect what you bring to all around you.