Last week, while we were hip deep in China decisions, I joked with my friend K. (also an adoptive-mom-to-be from Armenia): “Of course, you know we’ll get a referral now.” Sure enough, there it was. Life can be funny that way.
Here I’d spent the better part of two weeks fretting …
Severely jet-lagged but eager to enjoy my first meal in Beijing, Big Papa and I joined a few of his coworkers for dinner. As we strolled to the restaurant, we were treated to a lovely sunset on a relatively clear evening in September with air pollution at record lows. Lucky …
If I had a $10 for every time someone has asked me recently why we aren’t adopting from Haiti, I could probably fund the update to our home study (more on this in an upcoming post). Here’s the thing, even if we wanted to adopt from Haiti, we can’t.
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