Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Our son graduates...

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At the beginning of the 2013-2014 school year and just three months into owning our new home, Chris and I opened our third bedroom to an eighteen year old boy that in the following 9 months would become a part of our family.  1 2 3 4

Dominic was only 9 months old when Heon first came to live with us, and the morning after his arrival I found Dominic, sitting on Heon's lap in the middle of the bedroom floor. Heon was a silent part of our lives, preferring to spend time alone, but the moment he dared to venture from his personal space into the common areas of our home, he was attached by a two crazy kids, hoping for 5 minutes of play time with their foreign "brother" and friend.

When I dropped Heon off at the airport on Monday, Dominic cried. I put the windows down so the kids could scream their goodbyes, as he turned away, with arms outstretched Dominic yelled for Heon, giant crocodile tears framing his face.  Watching Dominic reach out the window and show an element of love for this young boy simultaneously brought me intense joy and deep sadness.  Regardless of how often we did or didn't see Heon, or how much effort either one of us put into our relationship with him, Heon truly had a place in the hearts of our family. 

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