One year ago today, our family met our tiny little baby, Sunny-Boy, as he got off the plane in New York City. It was one o'clock in the morning (he was supposed to arrive at 10 the previous evening, but there was apparently a holdup of some kind in Detroit). We couldn't afford plane tickets to NYC for the whole family, and we couldn't bear to leave anyone behind, so we made the 8-9 hour car trip instead. (The ride home was predictably tough, but we made it!) We had gotten a hotel room at a nice place in New Jersey, and taken the kids swimming; ate a lovely dinner of pizza and salad and black-and-white cookies from a pizzeria and bakery in the plaza behind the hotel, then made the late-night drive into New York. This was our second Korean adoption, but there was nothing "old hat" about it, and it couldn't have been more exciting. We actually got to see the plane pull in at the gate, and meet his escorts (a wonderful couple from Korea who made the trip to visit their own children who now live here). Junie B. and Taz were terrific from start to finish, playing nicely during the long, boring wait and just enjoying our time together at the airport on this oh, so exciting day.
Sunny-Boy was 5 months old, and we were delighted to see his beautiful ear-to-ear smile and deep, heart-melting dimple in his right cheek. We are so, so happy that he joined our family! I've been choking up on the chorus to what has become one of my favorite songs-- "Happy Adoption Day" --but I keep singing it just the same. As Taz likes to say (lately, nearly every day!), "Hey, Mommy, it's my Happy 'Doption!"
It sure is, baby. It sure is.