It seems like a lifetime ago, but five months ago TODAY I stepped off the plane with my little RP. The trek from Russia to the US had us traveling for 18 some-odd hours through Switzerland, and my little RP screamed the majority of the way. I was tired, overwhelmed, and even a bit frightened of what was to come and could not imagine what life would be like once we were settled in - and I kept asking myself, "did I do the right thing - for her and for me?"
It hasn't been easy but I can say without a single doubt that "YES" I did the right thing. RP has blossomed from a seemingly distant, almost angry child (definitely very timid) to a lovable little goofball who loves to run, play, climb, and read stories. She is into everything and sometimes drives me bonkers with her incessant need to be on the go, but when she wraps those chubby little arms around my neck and squeezes tight, then plants a kiss on my lips, all of that goes out the window.
It has been the longest, yet the shortest five months of my life - and I've loved every minute of it!
RP and a friend at his birthday party over the weekend - her first American birthday party (not counting her own!). She had a blast and even though she was half the size of the other kids in the jumpy, once she tried it out she LOVED it - I had a hard time getting her out when it was time to go and enjoy some cupcakes with the birthday boy!
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