
Leaving them at the end of each day was painful, but leaving them the final day, before going home to wait for the paperwork to go through, was the hardest thing either of us had ever done. Walking out the room to prepare for the plane ride home, Maria and I could hear Maxim calling out for us and falling down in his crib, convulsing in tears. Maria shook with tears of her own. I turned around to walk back into their room, just for a minute.
I placed my hand on both of their heads and said, knowing they couldn't understand a word of English, 'I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.'"
I pray that our child will not be in such squalor, though regardless I know this will be painful. I already cry imagining this moment. But I suppose the alternative is not seeing her at all until we are there to bring her home (not that that is actually an option for us, but for a different country perhaps). So, I am thankful that we will have this extra time with her. And, to be that close to having her with us will be so amazing!
We can't wait to meet you sweetheart!
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