I cannot believe a year has come and gone. I still hug him tight in my arms every single morning, hold his soft little cheeks in my hands, stare into his perfect, dark brown almond shaped eyes, and remind him, "I am so happy that you are mine." And his typical response now that he really has this English thing down- "I know, Mom, I know....so happy your mine." (In his best "yada yada yada" voice).
When you have eight minutes and fifty-four seconds to spare, watch this video made by our incredible friends at The Archibald Project. Whitney and Nick traveled with Joey to Bulgaria to document the pick-up trip. And from it all, The Archibald Project was born.
I have a hard time watching this video. I lose it every.single.time. It overwhelms me with more emotions than I ever imagined one person could feel at one time. Obviously joy. Crazy joy and love. It is also a tough reminder of all the other children left behind. Precious children who became much more than hard to look at pictures to me. Kids that I held. Babies whose cries I heard, whose pain I witnessed. It absolutely tears me up inside. There are days when I feel big, like I can do something, I can do more. And there I days when I feel completely helpless. Like no efforts on my part are going to make a difference anyway-- there are too many. I know that the latter is a lie. I know that it is the devil's attempt to keep me from doing my part. But even knowing that, I still struggle every day.
Well, hello Debbie Downer. I thought this was going to be a cheerful celebration post...
HAPPY GOTCHA DAY TO THE MOST AMAZING, HILARIOUS, PERFECT SON AND BROTHER WE COULD HAVE EVER DREAMED UP.
Lots of Love!