But she decided not to kill him, and gave birth to him a few weeks early in February 2004, and immediately gave him up to Baby Home #8 in Nizhniy Tagil, Russia. We met him for the first time when he was 13 months old, in March of 2005, and we finally slogged through the paperwork and brought him home in July of last year, and he has been the light of our lives ever since.
He's a precious, beautiful, sparkling jewel of a child, and our hearts are brimming over with love and delight after 13 years of waiting to have a family of our own. We're considering going back for a daughter now.
Your son is adorable!
That is wonderful! Thank you for the story - and the pix!
Sounds wonderful, and he's definitely a handsome lad. You guys are to be commended for your choice, and so is his biological mother.
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Beautiful child! Beautiful child!
We've got an adopted Russian son too, but not the Slavic kind: the paleo-Siberian (kindalike Eskimo) kind. Now almost-15, kind-hearted, cute, and funny. A chick-magnet, too, I think. I hope in the next 10 years or so he'll (in this order) (1) get married and (2) have a fine series of sweet babies. Pride and joy! Love! Makes the world go 'round!