Dear baby boy,
Today marks one year home with us.
One year since you and I wove our way through the crowds getting off the plane, feet finally stepping onto American soil.
The first time for you. The first time in a while for me.
I carried you in my sling through immigration and the immigration officer was so sweet and kind and gentle.
I got teary when he congratulated us and welcomed you to your new home. Hand on your back, kissing your sweet little head, blinking back tears. Home. Home. Home.
Today marks one year since our reunion with daddy.
Hugging and kissing and laughing.
Have I mentioned how happy you make us?
One year ago today I tucked you into your little crib for the very first time and kissed you goodnight like I'd been dreaming of for years.
And while I have always held tight to the saying home is where ever I'm with you, it still felt so nice to be home, the three of us, together.
365 days later it still feels to good to be true to be able to tuck you into bed at night.
I whisper "I love you, sleep tight okay?"
and you whisper back "otay" and cuddle under your blankets with bobo by your side, finger in your mouth.
We have a routine you and I and daddy. Kisses and cuddles and books and a bath.
One year and so much has changed. I never dreamed I could love you more then I did that day we brought you back to our little apartment in the east bay.
But I do.
I love you 364 times more then that day and less then tomorrow.
I know that seems impossible to you right now, but trust me, it's the very truth.
Somehow, my heart expands and I love you more with each passing day.
You are a miracle to me and I am so blessed to call you my son.