One year ago today was hands down the hardest day of my life. We were visiting Zola for the last time before we were to board a plane and fly home...without her.
That day the baby room was so quiet, and we bonded with Zola so much. We were able to be in areas all by ourselves, and just love on our sweet girl. All of the days prior we were able to feed her. But that day when it was time to feed her, they took her. Gave her a bottle, and put her in her crib. It was almost time for us to leave, so we assumed that was our goodbye. So quick.
Kyle and I walked out of the room in tears, just hugging each other, looking out the window waiting for our driver. We were blessed enough to hold her once more because she ate quickly and got a proper goodbye. Tears staining our cheeks, and lots of hugs and kisses.
I remember crying all the way back to the hotel to get our bags to go to the airport. When we got to the hotel, I had to pull myself together to finish things up. Stepping out of that van, and crossing the threshold of the airport, the tears came again. I was on my way to America, without her. We got through the ticket line, and then to the visa counter. At that point, there was no turning back. We waited to board, and once again I cried as I waited in that line. It was such a hard feeling, knowing we were leaving her in someone's care half way around the world once we got home. The comforting part was that the nannies were wonderful, and she was getting really good care.
When we were in line, another American asked how long we had been waiting, and we ended up sitting next to them on the flight. Funny how God show's up in the smallest details.
Although our wait at home was short compared to some, it wasn't easy.
Tonight after dinner, as Zola was dancing and playing, I just watched her with tears in my eyes. She was home, and we never have to be apart again. Thank you Lord for this story, this path, and for Zola.
That day the baby room was so quiet, and we bonded with Zola so much. We were able to be in areas all by ourselves, and just love on our sweet girl. All of the days prior we were able to feed her. But that day when it was time to feed her, they took her. Gave her a bottle, and put her in her crib. It was almost time for us to leave, so we assumed that was our goodbye. So quick.
Kyle and I walked out of the room in tears, just hugging each other, looking out the window waiting for our driver. We were blessed enough to hold her once more because she ate quickly and got a proper goodbye. Tears staining our cheeks, and lots of hugs and kisses.
I remember crying all the way back to the hotel to get our bags to go to the airport. When we got to the hotel, I had to pull myself together to finish things up. Stepping out of that van, and crossing the threshold of the airport, the tears came again. I was on my way to America, without her. We got through the ticket line, and then to the visa counter. At that point, there was no turning back. We waited to board, and once again I cried as I waited in that line. It was such a hard feeling, knowing we were leaving her in someone's care half way around the world once we got home. The comforting part was that the nannies were wonderful, and she was getting really good care.
When we were in line, another American asked how long we had been waiting, and we ended up sitting next to them on the flight. Funny how God show's up in the smallest details.
Although our wait at home was short compared to some, it wasn't easy.
Tonight after dinner, as Zola was dancing and playing, I just watched her with tears in my eyes. She was home, and we never have to be apart again. Thank you Lord for this story, this path, and for Zola.
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