

Two years have passed now, since that fateful day in November when our lives changed for good. I don't know where the time went...and yet it feels like the boys have always been with us. Maybe in some cosmic way they have. They are so different now, so comfortable, so American. They both have so much more self-confidence that comes from having a family and knowing they are loved. And yet they retain just a trace of innocence that their peers do not have. And as much as they have changed, I think we have changed even more. I have both strengths and weaknesses that I never guessed at before.
When each boy hugged and kissed me goodbye this morning as I dropped them off at their respective schools, I held on tight for just an extra few seconds, and thanked the Good Lord for the blessing they have been in my life. And they responded so sweetly, each of them, telling me they love me. These are the days I want to remember when life gets rough.