Ten months of paperwork and prayer, of fundraising efforts by cheering friends and family, of anticipation and fear hand-in-hand...and today a spikey-haired, grinning nine year old is ours.
In a nearly empty room in an orphanage that houses over one thousand children, I knelt to look into my new son's eyes. We both blinked back tears, but he bravely called me "mama" and greeted Alex and Monte as well. His little frame was thickened by layers of too-big clothing, and he carried a backpack from which he pulled snacks to share. Monte garnered the first grin when he pulled out his balloon tying supplies, and the boys together made crowns after Monte presented the orphanage director with a balloon monkey in honor of the new year festival.