Kim, as best as we could, put into words, the whole range of emotions that accompanied that call to go and pick up our daughter immediately. We jumped in the taxi and raced over there. I wanted to share briefly what my experience was like…
We arrived at the orphanage and were warmly greeted by several of the workers. Kim was immediately pulled into a conversation and I made my way to the room where our daughter was waiting for us. I took off my shoes (they had a no shoes in the kids rooms rule) and took a couple of steps into the room. My heart was racing. Every other time I walked into that room, I left the way I came… empty-handed. This time would be different. She was leaving with us.
As I took those first couple of steps into the room, my eyes were fixed on her crib. Three steps in, I see her face up against the rails of the crib. We made eye contact and she began to giggle with excitement. I beamed with anticipation. Just then, Jeremiah called me. He needed help getting his shoes off so that he could come into the room as well. As i turned back to help him, the excited giggle turned into a sorrowful cry as I stepped out of her line of sight. She couldn’t believe I was leaving already. After I took off Jeremiah’s shoes off, I once again turned toward her. And, once again, as soon as we made eye contact, she began to giggle with excitement.
For the rest of my life, I will cherish those precious giggles. They were the giggles of a girl about to join her family. They were giggles of a girl who knew already my deep love for her. Thy were the precious giggles that matched my excited tears to know that, finally, she was my daughter.








