I know that this is much later than I had planned on posting this, but I was having troubles fininshing it. I would get too nostalgic and start to cry. Today must be the day!

At the airport I remember feeling kind of sick with apprehension. My chest was tight and I had this pasted on brave smile. What if he wasnt' on the plane? What if he was screaming hysterically? What if he hated me? I was a bunch of nerves.

His plane was the second plane to arrive that night. We didn't know that the first plane was going to be there, so, when he didn't get off of the flight, I was frozen in stone. I didn't want to throw a fit, I wanted to pretend that I wasn't worried. At the point when I thought I was going to throw up, Chris noticed another plane unloading. Whew!!

Cameras and video ready, I saw our social worker struggling to the door with our son, his backpack and her purse. I couldn't get there fast enough. I have a photo of myself reaching out to grab him from her and the look on my face is sheer yearning. The way that Joe captured that emotion is amazing. A split second of truth that will be immortalized forever.

He couldn't yet hold up his head. His little body was strong and he looked at me so intently and curiously. When his daddy walked behind me, Bec broke out into the hugest smile and has been smiling ever since.

I barely remember the circumstances in the operating room with Ivy, it must have been the drugs that they gave me or the stress that I experienced. But I can remember Becken's arrival like it was yesterday. There really are benefits to building your family with a myriad of ways, it just adds on to your life experiences.