Today is a special day for us. First, Jack turns 17 months old today. As that little boy continues to grow without his family, my heart aches for him. A little selfishly, my heart aches for us, too. It makes me sad to think about what we are missing. When we finally bring him home, we are going to have to make up for a lot of lost time. I can only hope that he is being well cared for and loved by one of the nannies in the orphanage. Of course, nothing takes the place of the love of a mom, dad and big sister. One of the women I correspond with online, who is currently in China getting her son, commented that her son has a lot of issues that probably could have been prevented if he had been adopted months earlier. Possible rickets, low muscle tone, etc. While Mike and I knew that OUR children were coming from China and we chose this path with our eyes wide open, still, this makes no sense to us.
Switching gears, on a happy note...today is the 7th anniversary of Avery's "Gotcha Day." On July 20, 2005, we waited in a conference room at the JJ Sun Hotel in Lanzhou, China. We were family #6. They called us, "Morrison, number 6," and suddenly Avery was in my arms. She was 9 months old and stole our hearts from the minute we saw her. Other than the day Mike and I got married, I never knew I could experience such deep and unconditional love. Becoming a mom was the most amazing gift and the best thing that ever could have happened to me.
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