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.  A very small, restrictive hell. 

I made my arrival to the happening town of Tulsa, OK.  Prepare yourself for fashion and mustaches.  I'm kind of embarrassed and mostly impressed that my Dad kept a mustache his entire life. 

my parents and some couple named the McAfees celebrating placements. it must also be noted that this couch followed us to grapevine and was my favorite couch of all time.

before going to the airport to get me.  so young.

yes, i was a celebrity for a moment that day in tulsa. 

i was also morbidly obese.  meeting mom for the first time.

meeting dad for the first time.

Last year on A's homecoming, we looked at pictures, talked about Korea, talked about how much nicer Korean eomma was than mom, and then went out to eat.

Maybe he will come up with what he wants to call the day, but regardless of what we call it, it will be celebrated!
(although probably not in the Pinterest kind of way...)