So it was a year ago today that we met our son, or so Catherine tells me. I remember him crying a lot at first but once we brought him outside he calmed down. We walked around the outside of the orphanage holding this little bald person and wondered what it would be like for him to be a part of our lives. It all happened so quickly what with having to fly to Russia with just a little over a week's notice. Our flight was delayed, our appointments pushed back, and then a paperwork problem but once we got to the orphanage and spent time with our son it became tangible, like maybe this was all worth it, maybe we were supposed to be here, maybe God was working. Of course a year later we can look back and replace the "maybe" with a "definitely" - A year ago I'm glad I got to meet that bald, babbling baby we named Hayes.
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