Pink Frosting Celebrations...
This morning Biruk looked at me and said, "Mommy...I wish my sister was home. That way she could play with me and I wouldn't have to keep asking you to play!" I smiled at him and said, "Me too, buddy. Me too." You would think that your second time adopting would be so much easier than the first, but that just doesn't seem to be the case. Sure, you have a better idea of what it means to really "wait," you have one leg up on creative fundraising ideas, you've honed the "skill" of completing paperwork like a champ, and checking emails for new "updates" becomes part of the daily routine. But...at the end of the day, you are here and your child is somewhere on the other side of the world and there is nothing "easy" about that. I want to be the one to tuck her in at night, to read stories to her, to have dance parties and eat ice cream until our bellies ache, to remind her that she's loved and she's s...