A year ago on August 16th, I spent a few hours here. Waiting. Waiting for the "wizard" to bestow two magic passports upon me.Successful at last, we raced to the orphanage to collect Theo and Zhen. I begged for a photo of Theo in his bed. He was in bed number one.
The ladies getting Zhen dressed to leave forever. What? No shoes?
We walked out the front doors. No one was around. I could have grabbed a few extra kids and no one would have known. That's how many people cared that these boys were leaving forever.
I found that the ladies had decorated Theo before we got away with him.
I found out that he did in fact have the strength to roll over. And not much in the trunk to hold his diaper in place.
Our friends Bob and Judy helped us get our bags and children up onto the train. We pulled out of town just as the sun set in Simferopol.
On the train for 15 hours. I'm beat. Look at that tiny four year old!
Almost home, little dudes. Almost.
Happy got 'em day!