I had already met my BFF Martha, who was cheering me on from Virginia. I had met my yahoo friends Hillary and Jordy, and the Gurta family and my father had all but lost his mind to his love for my dear sweet Anna.
Anna Vladimirovna Solovyova, who she will be when I remember her before she was mine, my dear sweet girl. The child who will sit firmly in my heart as
I am a bit misty today. I went to Anni's Open House to hear about her class, and how things are done this year. I can almost not believe how time has moved on. I actually teared up again in her tiny little chair. Her teacher made a comment about wanting the class to behave like a family. She went on to say she would stand up for her students, and then she said, "I will fight for your children." And like the big ole sap that I am, that made me cry..
Why am I still doing that? Why do I feel a slight bit more greatful about other people loving on, and standing up for my girlz? Maybe every mother tears up like a fool everytime something soft and smooshy comes up.
I think I am misty on one hand, that I can't adopt again, and it be just like it was with Anni. I am sad that it was so good in Khabarovsk, and I am not sure it is like that now. Now that I have two, and it is all starting to settle in, I would love a 3rd. I can do the day to day thing, but the upfront costs associated with adoption is OUT OF THE QUESTION...
On the other hand, I am misty at the blessings that God has given me. I never knew love like the love a mother has for a child. I thought I loved my family, but this is way different. This is the,
I will tear the world apart, to protect my girlz kind of love.
I wish I was a millionaire. I would NEVER buy a fancy car. I would NEVER quit my job. I would never travel in different social circles. I would simply adopt again.
(but I might do a little nip nip tuck tuck)