Monday marked the end.
The end of a very long process.
Our 12 month post-placement social worker visit.
The last interview was performed.
The last check was written.
Apparently they’re going to let us keep them 🙂
I can remember those first few weeks home where the thought of trying to find something to fix for dinner (that they would eat) often drove me to tears.
I remember having to referee their fights with each other when we had no idea what they had just said to each other in Amharic – but it was obviously NOT nice.
I remember the jet lag.
I remember the tears.
In some ways it seems like yesterday, in other ways it seems like I’ve known them forever.
Either way, I can’t imagine our family without them.