Today our Nat turns eight months old. Three-fourths of a year. We’ve been together two weeks and one day.
It hurts that we missed so much with him. We have been pursuing his adoption since he was less than a month old and it was completed in his birth-country in two and a half months. But then US immigration was very slow in processing and so we waited, and waited, and waited. Sometimes all that waiting still stings a little. Just waiting for one person after another to sign, file, issue the right piece of paper. Waiting for appointments. Waiting in lines that when you reach the front only means waiting in another line.
But this smile – this one right here? It takes my breath away. This child is a roaring fire and a snuggly blanket on a wet and rainy day.
And he’s home.