On this day 1 year ago, we were cleaning and sorting and folding size 8 boys clothes. We were texting two of our closest friends with lots of encouragement and lots of emojis because they were doing the same. We were stocking our frig with hotdogs and laughing at the fact that we were told there was no need for bitter melon. We were keeping our then 10-year-old son up late to head out to the airport where we stood with other excited families. On this day 1 year ago, we brought home the little man who would call us Āyí and ShūShu for a while.
You know the story after that. You know how our friends messaged me and asked more questions because her sister had seen my Facebook posts and my blog posts and her heart was nudged. You know how they ended up buying plane tickets with their son Josiah and came for a weekend visit. You know how they decided this was their boy.
One year later, on this day, this boy is no longer an orphan; he is theirs.
Today, we celebrate. Today is a good day.