Let’s hear it for the boy

Let’s hear it for my man, Chris! Yesterday we celebrated our third anniversary. I want to take the opportunity (a day late which seems to be my new way…sigh) to give a shout out (or fist bumps, as Jennifer would do) to my husband. He rocks. Seriously. There is no one else I’d rather share my life with and muddle through this thing called parenthood. I could not do this without him. He’s been off work since we returned from Ethiopia and has one more week of leave left. I’m a bit scared to fly solo after next week, as he is so integral to our days (and nights – that’s right folks, he takes the night shift!) together. He’s a great dad. Dagim adores him (as do I). Whenever he leaves the room, Dagim will turn towards the door and start babbling loudly: Dada…! [the rest is untranslatable]

So, thank you, Chris. For being the best husband a girl could ask for. And the best dad a little boy could dream of. I know I don’t tell him enough how great he is, and how much I love him. But he is and I do.

Here’s us three years ago:

On that day, we never could have imagined what a journey our desire for parenthood would take us on. Three years later, we’ve literally been halfway around the world together, to find our son. Now I have two boys to love. What a lucky girl I am.