It's that time of year again. Welcome Home days. Mia's date is September 30th and Ania flew into SeaTac on October ... um ... 12th? I need to look it up. My age is stealing details from me.
All three girls have birthdays within 8 days of each other in May. And, of course we celebrate those birthdays. But for Mia and Ania, its this time of year that I remember their homecomings. Two of the happiest days of my life.
And a quick refresher course for new friends that don't know: From the time we started Mia's adoption paperwork until the day she came home was 18 months. It wasn't until 13 months into the paperwork that she was born, and roughly a month later that we received her "referral." That was a packet of information about this particular baby that the agency felt matched our requests. Picture. Health history. Birth mom story etc. It was 3 more months until she arrived via escort to SeaTac Airport. Specifically, the baggage claim. (After 9/11 they no longer allowed families to meet the babies off the planes.) Our friends also had a baby come on the same airplane. It was an amazing event. I'll never forget it. Well, excluding various sorts of dementia.
Three years later we received a phone call from the agency in Seattle that had heard from the agency in Korea that Mia had a baby half-sister. The birth mom had requested we be contacted. Did we want to adopt again? Enter Ania. Four months later Ania came home. To the baggage claim.
Today they are 8 and 5 years old. Cute and adorable. Smart and pretty. Full of energy. A truckload of fun. They are a bright spot in my world. I can't imagine life without them.