This was an evening we will remember for the rest of our lives.
I am still quite overcome with joy and gratitude for this amazing family. We greeted eachother like long lost relatives. And that’s a fair description. When Julia was taken from their home to be delivered to us, they thought they’d never see her again.
There were gifts and conversation (thank God for Kayce our translator – we drove her crazy!) and lots of hugs. Such a warm and loving family! It was especially sweet to see Julia with the siblings.
And yes there were a few tears, but this reunion wasn’t as emotional as you might think. Remember, we have been in touch with them almost from the time we brought Julia home. For Julia, it was like any other family reunion. A little overwhelming but no more so than last summer when Greg took her to Poland. Same thing: relatives hugging and kissing her and speaking in another language!
For me, though, this night was all about Veronica, Julia’s foster mother. The first 6 months of Julia’s life were like my pregnancy: all you can do is hope that everything is OK. But pregnancy comes with some degree of control. For me, I simply had to have faith. In fact, all three mothers – birth, foster and adoptive – had to rely on faith.
This is why Julia’s middle name is Faith.
There is no way I can ever repay Veronica for the love and care she gave my baby. Thank you Veronica for giving Julia a strong foundation upon which to build the rest of her life.