Adoption Day (Dash Hawk 7 years)

Match photo

She was a good woman, the director of the orphanage. She showed me great favor. The wife of the other couple that took the trip with us was a very difficult American woman who made the trip all but a living hell for me. This woman saw it and treated me with kindness and respect when she witnessed the other ladies behavior to me, and my patience with her.
Dash at 6 months

Dash New Born
this was unheard of to get a picture of a new born from an orphanage.
I remember her handing it to me and I could not comprehend what I was seeing for a few moments. The IV in the head is the way it was done there.

Dash Match photo
The first time I ever saw my son.
I waited 20 years for a son.
We traveled half way around the world on this image.
We waited after 911 never knowing if we would ever get to hold this our son.

Seven years ago the judge said yes .
We were home for Christmas with our new son.
Russia in December was ....shall we say so......... COLD!!!!!!!!!!!

Our Sweet Dash Hawk came home seven years ago.
Time flys so fast. They grow up in a flash of time.
This year Dash wanted to get a large tray of "futimawkey'" as we call it.
Sushi (not in the raw) for his celebration.
He has always eyed the big tray at the store,
and never has he ever been given one.
Today I made an exception.
We had lunch together and they had it for breakfast and lunch today.
We did not have cake for the first time.
With the children both ill all week it did not get accomplished.
I felt terrible about not getting it done.
Dove was not too pretty pleased about the absence of cake.
We purchased this UN truck when we were in Russia.
Daddy Man just took this image. I do not think that Dash is real happy.
It was a rather anti climatic adoption day.
We took the kids out on a wonderful evening of garden railroad tours. We visited thee homes total. One was just about a mansion. It was really rather unbelievable the set up that was there. I would think at least a 1/4 acre of train tracks and flower beds with just opulence gone a muck.
The kids had a BALL!
I am so sorry I did not make him a big cake like I normally do.
He really is so special to me.
I have just not been myself as of late.