Rachael asked me awhile ago to describe what it was like to see our kids for the first time.
It was like discovering oxygen. Breathing for the first time. Realizing you're finally home after a very long trip.
There were tears. Nathan cried because he was tired. And probably because he was surrounded by strange white people.
Brent and I cried to have a long dream finally realized. There's something about meeting the other half of your heart that causes words to fail.
They didn't bring Lexi back to the orphanage from the hospital until RIGHT when we were getting ready to leave to head back to the hotel. We didn't get any "moment we met each other" pictures with her. This is our first shot as a family, taken from the terribly cramped back of the modified VW van we used for transportation that week.
2 comments:
That first one of Brent holding Nathan is a treasure. You get a real idea of the size of the little guy and his newborn-like state - so sweet.
How wonderful to hear your first reactions/impressions. As you are well aware - it's what stays with you for the rest of your life. Thanks for the post!
You put into words what I never have about our kids. You felt the same thing I did, though. How beautiful that it feels the same no matter where they come from--you just sense that they're yours.
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