The Journey Began...

The journey to our daughter began years ago. It is hard to explain, but it did. About five years ago my family and I were at my parent's house for my dad's 50th birthday party. My mom's best friend as well a next door neighbor had just returned the night before with their daughter from China. They bounced into the backyard looking exhausted - yet exhuberant. I have only seen their expressions before on the faces of mothers after hours of labor when their new baby has finally been born - complete exhaustion, yet entirely fulfilled. I couln't keep my eyes off of them and their beautiful daughter. She clung to her mom and her mom clung to her as well. I knew then and there that my daughter would be waiting for me in China. She was born in my heart that day.