Really Home

Myles is HOME.  I can really breath now.  There is this enormous weight lifted off-that I didn't even realize the weight of, until now. Myles is HOME.  He has fit right into the space that was waiting for him in our hearts and our home.  The children are absolutely delighted with their brother--even refer to him as "brother" instead of Myles most of the time.  "Where's my brother Mom?"  "Can I just touch him while he sleeps?"  Our 4 year old Keith said to Daddy, "I'm crying happy tears because Myles is home!"  (he wasn't really crying, but it was cute nonetheless!!!)  Myles is HOME.  It was moving to see the bond that's already been created between siblings and grandparents.  My parents were able to have very tender moments with Myles before returning to Roanoke.  Peter's parents had a few hours here also before returning to Boston.  He is really loved!  I think, compared to the Myles-sized "crib" that he was spending all of his time in at the orphanage, he is elated when we put him in his crib in his room.  He is giddy when he stretches his adorable body out to go to sleep in his cozy crib.  After his bottle (still doing one in the middle of the night), he gives me the most breath-taking smile as I kiss him goodnight for the hundredth time.  Myles is HOME.