Yesterday was the one year anniversary from when we picked up Bec from the airport to be our son. He was actually our son from the moment he was born, I believe, but this was the first chance that we had to meet him in person, hold him, kiss him, love him and introduce ourselves as mommy and daddy.
The week leading up to getting him was very calm. The same thing happened to me when I was close to delivering Ivy. No frantic nesting or worry, just living my life like there was not a huge change coming up. The night before we left to get him, I painted mine and Chris’ toenails black. I painted Ivy’s blue. For some reason, in my mind, this was significant. I also semi dyed strands of my hair a shocking blue. These things were so important to me.
We kept his homecoming quiet. We only told my sister and our photographers when he was coming home. I did the same thing with his referral, I only told Chris and my sister that first week we signed the papers. We also did the same thing when we had Ivy. My sister was the only other person besides us at the hospital. I get extremely private around the entrances of my kids. I change into protective mama mode.
Bec’s flight was scheduled to be in at 10:20 p.m. in a town over an hour away. I had been a wreck worried about his flights, which was basically the first time I had ever worried about him ever. To help my mind out, I just pretended on the drive over that we were going to do some shopping and have dinner. Yep, denial to the fullest.
We went to dinner at a Mexican restaurant that has wonderful chicken taquitos. We joked about having a drink and how wrong that would be. Meeting our son with alcohol on our breaths after he had traveled the world.
And then we were on to the airport.
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May 9th, 2007 at 8:15 pm
I just posted over at Dawn’s that I can’t believe so many of our 1-year-adoption-anniversaries are here. It seems like yesterday that I was waiting to hear that all went well at the airport and that you sent me the beautiful picture of the 3 of you together. Regarding your hair and toenails and outfit, I will never forget what you said: something along the lines of, “What do you wear to meet the love of your life?” Well said, Mamma, and congratulations to all of you. I hope more blogging about your experience at the airport is to come so I can remember it all all over again (-:
May 11th, 2007 at 10:08 am
What a blessed event, the meeting of your beautiful son. I remember all too well the first time I laid eyes on my daughter. It was a moment that has made an indelible mark on my heart, one that I will cherish the rest of my days.
Thank you so much for sharing this very private moment with your readers; it is beautiful and touching in many ways.
Many hugs to you and your precious family!
Cathy