I remember the anxiety of the paperwork, the exhausting travel, the strangeness of not being able to read all the signs around me. You wouldn't think it would be disorienting to see the signs and not instantly know what they meant, but it makes you feel isolated and truly on the other side of the earth. The food was different - even the milk, but you keep a small picture in your heart of two little girls playing and whispering and giggling like best friends and you dutifully follow your translator onto trains, taxis and to a gated facility on the edge of a far away town to meet this beautiful little princess who looks at you, not with adoration but like this:
What a difference knowing that this odd woman that visited and played with you for a short time, who the other children said abandoned you, came BACK to take you HOME - even if you didn't know what that was. This was what greeted me the day I picked her up.
And here.

I look at these photos and dream of 3 giggling little girls having a teaparty under the silver maple tree in the backyard...