{Family} Samantha

I took a break last week from my posts about family. There back again now. (Starring the first younger sibling I've written about.)

Samantha (we call her Sam, or "Bug". I'm not really sure about the "Bug". I think it's because she used to go galloping through the house saying "Bug-dig-u-bug-di-gu-bugdigubugdigubugdigu" over and OVER and OVER.) first came to our family when I was nine.

That was the first picture  I saw of my little siblings. I stared at it SO long trying to figure out what they really looked like.

The first time I met them was at a park. I played with Stormy and Dakota, and they played with us. I don't really remember Sam, except that she wondered off to the opposite side of the park, and my dad went after her. I also remember that she had a bug zoo case she was carrying around.

In the months after this, we met them frequently to play, and they were eventually permanently placed in our home. This was a really, really difficult several months. We were trying to do school, and mom was adding "triplets" to her schedule, and just wasn't able to spend the same amount of time we were used to with us.  (Our grades dropped.). It was a lot to get used to very quickly. At nine-years-old, I wasn't prepared for some of the difficulties. I remember spending a lot of time crying and being sick, half the time just because I was so stressed.

Playing dress-up with my mom and aunt's old prom dresses :)

Sam has always been the boy's big sister. When they first came to our house, Stormy even called her Sissy, which was so adorable. (But he couldn't say "S", so it came out "Titty") She's always loved bugs, and animals in general, but especially birds. What always surprised me about Sam is, as much as she likes creepy crawly things, she like "girly" things as well. (dress-up, hair, make-up, fingernail polish, and crafts. She's WAY more artsy than me :)) Recently she has taken an interest in volleyball as well :)

Our official court date.

I often feel cheated when I think about not knowing Sam as a baby, or as she grew older. It's just different to be part of a family from the time your born, and to know nothing else. It's a feeling of discontent that I constantly war with. It's like many other things that I KNOW God  has a plan, but I still struggle with the sin of not trusting completely.