A small connection to our son

The picture is of Debre Zeit--our son's village. I feel lucky to know where he is from. Well as much as we can know. He came to Wanna from here. This is a picture I found on traveljournals.net. When I received all of his information today from AAI with our placement agreement, I decided to look up where he was from. We have decided that when we travel to pick up our little one we will travel to this village and get some photos and hopefully an artifact or something for him.

Hubby and I have decided that when we are there we are going to pick up 18 souveiners (I am an English teacher and can never spell that world right.) and plan to give him one a year each year on his birthday. I think it will be important to have something from his village. I am so humbled that we have been chosen to be his parents. He is the greatest gift and I will cherish him forever. There is just not feeling like this one. I want him in my arms. I want to protect and love and care for him in the flesh. I am happy to know that he is at Wanna and receiving wonderful care there.

Looking at the picture of where our beautiful boy comes from, humbles me and puts into perspective my own issues with what is enough. I am thankful that I was lucky enough to be born in America. I am lucky to have the opportunities that I have. I will never (hopefully) again lose sight of what is really important. It is not having the newest shoes, but love, happieness and a family to share that with. Everything else will come in time.