I can't in this short space digest all the things that have transpired over the past 26 years, but there is no way John's parents chose the easy way. They were the only adoptive parents Chrissie considered and they have been more than perfect. Easy way? I still reel at that.
The flight home Monday was unforgettable. We got stuck with six hours in the air due to a strong headwind and a late push-off time while they calibrated weight and jettisoned standby passengers. I didn't pay for the onflight WiFi connection so was stunned to be playing a game on my iPad and receive a one-line news blip that two were confirmed dead and hundreds injured in Boston. A message popped through from my son - "get out of there, Boston has been bombed. Not kidding."
Because of our delay, we landed and sprinted to the next gate to make our connecting flight and so were out of touch for hours. Monday will be etched in our minds as for most of Americans. I think for my generation it will be much like, where were you when John Kennedy was shot. I'm sorry to have that cloud hanging over our reunion.
The flight was painfully long - cramped seats, cramped knees. After the first hour, Alexia entertained herself by going to the bathroom. Mommy took her first, I took her second, and then after that she was confident enough to go on her own. Mostly she was visiting with the stewards. She apparently told them her whole history because when we deplaned they all called to her and said - goodbye Auntie.
Cutest six-week-old baby picture in the world.
Or maybe this one. I know how rich I am- rich where it matters.