This past Monday slipped past me without me even realizing it! It is a special day, too, in the history of our lives with Aidan. It was the day that I saw a picture of my baby for the first time.
I had been very busy at work that day and hadn't checked my personal email for several hours. Our social worker called me in the afternoon and anxiously asked me if I had checked it lately. No, I said. But I will pull it up now.
Right there, was an email from her with an attachement. Nervously, I opened the attachment and saw:
I was still on the phone with our Social Worker,who also started to cry and told me how glad she was that she had been on the phone when I saw the pictures. She did caution me about getting too excited because she had been told it would be anywhere from 2 to 4 months until we could go and see him. Okay, I said in a tiny voice. I had my pictures. I could live with that for a bit.
But, in the amazing and unpredictible world of Russian adoption, it was only a few days later that we got the call. November 9th, 2007 we were told to pack our bags, buy the plane tickets and obtain our visas because we would be leaving for Russia on November 20th. . . what???? That's right. Our first trip came with an 11 day notice. . .not even, really, because we found out in the afternoon of November 9th. . .it was a Friday afternoon! But, we managed. It all worked out and we were on our way to meet our baby.
And now, five years later, here is our handsome boy!
About two feet taller, 25 pounds heavier, smart as a whip and beginning to look like a shaggy American redneck. : ) What a wonderful boy. He is so loving and kind. He is generous and fair to a fault. I don't know how we got so lucky but I thank God everyday for this beautiful child.