tomorrow

Blah, blah, blah, she's talking about surrogacy again. This is what I'm worried about, that I'm going to bore you once again, but then I remembered that this is my blog, read it if you want, skip over me in your reader if you are sick of hearing about it. Actually, I tried to come up with some witty little post about the going-ons of my children, but I'm just too excited to really be creative.

My surrogate-son, Ari and his mother are visiting me tomorrow.

The last time I saw him was when he was 10 days old. The only time I cried was that day, when I wondered if I would ever see him again, if I was someone significant in his life or just some stranger whose name might or might not come up in conservation.

The last time I saw him I wondered if I would actually keep in contact with his mother, that I might know that in another country, he was asleep in his bed, safe with his family and nothing had come even close to harming him.

I just needed to know that he was safe, alive and loved. Just like he had been with me for 9 months.


Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will get to 'meet' him again, at three-years-old.

I will not be a stranger and I will get to witness him safe, alive and loved, once again.