A and I woke early after both sleeping like rocks. We had to be downstairs by 8 or so in order to have breakfast, fill out paperwork, and then GO MEET R before our scheduled embassy appointment at 1pm.
I remember picking an aqua shirt to wear because I thought it would look the best against R's skin and with my eyes (vain, right? But we were going to be taking a lot of pictures.)
We went to the hotel lobby for breakfast. The other 2 families as well as our awesome case manager, J, were already eating. I got some sort of breakfast food, and I mostly just picked at it. Finally, A (transitional home director) walked up the marble steps and into the lobby.
It was so lovely to finally meet her, yes, of course, but I was DYING to get to my child. So nervous, too. My mind was going a thousand different directions. I tried as best as I could to fill out the paperwork correctly and listen to what A was telling us. As it was Presidents' Day, the embassy ended up being closed so we would shop later in the day and have our embassy appointment on Tuesday.
FINALLY, it was time to go meet R. A and I grabbed each other's hands and followed A to our destiny along with the other 2 families.
I think my heart skipped a beat when we turned a corner and saw the famous red gates. A knocked on the door, and suddenly, there we were... The place I'd longed to be for the past 8 months, our agency's home.
Across the court yard, babies sat in the sun, some in bouncy seats, some on blankets, some getting their massages. All of them basking in the warm Ethiopian sun. Perfect.
I gasped as I realized that I recognized one curly little head and 10 tiny toes apart from the others. There she was, my precious, beautiful R. She was facing away from us, and I remember whispering to A, "There she is..." Suddenly, someone picked her up (maybe A or J?) and handed her to me.
The moment of truth. I kissed her little forehead and just held her close. My greatest emotion: relief. She was finally in my arms, and the ache of my heart was lifted. I pulled her back so I could look at her beautiful face, and she was smiling at me. She knew I was her mom!!
All the fear of her rejecting me, rejecting us, vanished. (She did attach to us very quickly, unlike her baby sister!)
R wasn't so sure about Daddy at first, but after about 10 minutes, both of them had gotten used to each other! (I think it looks like they have the same facial expression in this picture below.)
Below, our first family photo, taken about five minutes after becoming a family.
After a long day of meeting each other and shopping (yes, R was with us for that), we were all tired and ready to go to bed!
Some people wonder if they would be able to love an adopted child as much as one they give birth to. I have never given birth to a child (don't plan to either-- just not the way for us to build our family), so I can't say. What I do know is that I love my girls so much it makes my heart almost burst sometimes. If that isn't enough love, I will never know what is. And, today, we get to celebrate family. Celebrate our R. Celebrate the end of the journey to becoming a parent and the beginning of a journey as one. Two years after meeting R for the first time, I am in awe that I am her mother.
She is beautiful.
She is stubborn.
She is funny.
She is smart.
She is loving.
She is amazing.
And, she is my daughter, always and forever.
My sweet R, I love you so much. I am so thankful that I get to be your mother.
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We also had our 3 month post-placement visit with our social worker today. It went great! Our social worker has been with us since our first post-placement with R, and it is always nice to see her. R loves her, too. E did well and was her usual sweet and amazing little self. I love my girls so much!
Tomorrow? E's birthday!! A big week in our house. :)

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Also, two years go, A and I arrived in Addis, along with the other 2 families in our travel group. It was amazing to finally be in Ethiopia, but it was overwhelming. We were tired, and the process to get our visas and to go through customs and immigration were confusing. Finally, we managed to get out of the airport, and there were J and D, holding signs that said "{Our family Name}." It was unreal.


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