This morning as I was walking to the baby house I realized that it might be the LAST time I make that walk! So I slowed down, and took some pictures and tried to soak it all in. The sounds and smells, what I was seeing. I want to be able to describe to the kids what it is like here in their birth country.
By the time I got to the baby house, I was sad. Oh I know, I should be overjoyed...... and in some ways I am. Believe me, I am ready to bring our children home! But what will be a happy and special day for us will be a tortuous day for them. This is all they have ever known. The nannies have been their mothers and teachers. A group of 6 - 10 children have been their playmates and essentially brothers and sisters. This large building has been the only home they've ever known. They have a routine, a place in this little society. And in a day or two I am going to take them away from here to start a whole new life. They've known me less than a month! You can imagine how their little hearts will be breaking, how scared they will feel! I know in a few months they will be fine, adjusting to knew sounds and foods, a whole new language, new friends and best of all ..........a family.