I'm writing this from the train. Sasha and I are on our way to Kiev. We don't have his passport yet but it will get to us one way or another. Sasha and I are both hoping that Den and Anya will deliver it personally so we can spend NYE with them in Kiev. The plan is still to fly home on Jan 4.
I've spent some time now with my new son on his home turf, watching him struggle to leave the life he's known. I've learned a lot about him these past few days. Whether the new information is good, bad, or ugly, it just makes me love him more. As I get to know him better, I feel more of his hurts, and I feel them deeper and deeper. Every day I think I couldn't possibly love him more, and then I do. Every day I think it couldn't possibly hurt more, and then it does. I can hardly catch my breath these days. Sleep? No. Eat? Barely. Tears? You bet. This boy is taking everything out of me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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