Home at last
We brought buddha home in September. People began telling me that we were supposed to celebrate his "gotcha day". This is a celebration every year on the day "we got him". That's weird, right? The name implies to me more of a kidnapping than an adoption. (you will live here and you will like it!) In true social media style, there are even whole Pinterest boards you can browse to get ideas for the yearly party you'll throw your kid. I never remember celebrating my gotcha day. I didn't even know when it was until I started helping my Mom clean out her house...well very minimal helping as I got distracted by looking at old childhood photos. Kids, it's today. *29 years ago on July 29, I was "Home At Last" as the back of one of the pictures says. My parents opted not to go to Korea to get me. They had a social worker fly me over. I'm not judging them either, as our flight home with A was like being in hell for 14 hours. ...