3 Years at Home

If February 27 was one of the best days, then February 29 (yes, Leap Year) was one of the hardest. I'll never forget the moment outside the elevator door when Rory's foster mother picked her up. I remember Rory snuggling in for a hug with a smile on her face, not realizing that there were tears streaming down her foster mother's face as she tried to say goodbye, not realizing that this wasn't a normal hug.

Brian took this picture moments after we returned to our room at the agency guesthouse. You can't see the tears in my eyes from this picture, but they were there. There's no way to prepare for the pain a 17 month old feels and how she expresses that pain.

And there is certainly no way to prepare for your 17 month old putting her coat on and going to stand by the door because she just wants to go back to her "normal."

And then comes the journey home, which is just miserable (although I should probably mention Rory slept about 13 hours during the flight home - don't hate me).

But then there was this.

And this.

(and a bonus Camden picture just because I love it)

Coming home is just the best. We loved our time in Korea, but there is nothing like walking through those airport doors, being greeted by those who love you, and knowing that you're back home ready to start your new life.

And if you want to watch the videos, here's part one and part two.

And three years later, we celebrate messy, silly, joyful Rory!