Monday was our one-year anniversary of arriving in the U.S. as a family of four. A was excited about the day. He wore to school the same shirt he'd worn on the plane a year earlier. D was grumpier. He had a big meltdown in the morning because his bunk bed is "too bunky." I think it was more about me going to work than about the anniversary. In the afternoon, everyone was in a good mood. We did homework, went to the park, and talked more extensively than we ever have before about the details and dates of our adoption process, including the delays that pushed our arrival in the U.S. to more than nine months after our referral. We had pizza on the new patio in the backyard and the neighbors came over for cake.
Melkam and amet, lijoch!