It is often said that an adopted child is born from the heart. I know that AJ certainly was born in my heart. The first time I saw his picture I was sitting alone in my classroom shaking, my eyes tearing with joy because I knew, in my heart and deep in my soul that I had finally found my child.
Months later when I was sitting in a social worker’s office in Russia waiting for him to come to the room I paced nervously. How would he react to me? Would he like me? Would he let me hold him? …read more