As I tucked my two littlest girls into bed tonight, I whispered a quiet prayer of gratitude for the two of them, and for the richness they bring to our lives.
I remember well the nights I went to bed thinking of Alina before we traveled. I wondered whether she was safe, warm, and getting enough to eat. I wondered how she was being treated, and whether she was healthy. I wanted to feel the weight and softness of her little body in my arms and to protect her. I wanted her under my roof and in my care. Every moment of every day before we brought her home, these were the thoughts that occupied my mind.
My friend Amy doesn't yet have the luxury of tucking both of her boys into bed at night. One of them is waiting for her to come and rescue him from an orphanage in Eastern Europe.