Angels in America

I told you in a previous blog about our Angels in America. They are Aunt Becky and Uncle Ed, and Debbie. They look after us, they guide us, they spoil us with mimos (tenderness? I can't seem to find the right word in English to convey what they spoil us with, but mimos sounds just right).

Becky and Debbie, both Georgie's foster mothers in Chicago, organised a beautiful welcome party and pre-birthday party for us and Georgie at Debbie's house (walking distance from where we are living). Georgie was the centre of all the attention, of course! We felt honoured, and pampered, and loved. Long live the "chicken mothers" of Chicago (sorry folks, internal joke).

Georgie learned how to print tattoos, make bracelets with beads, and painted papa's face green and papalu's face red. The adults talked about the economic crisis in Europe, and Greece in particular, about Islam in Europe, and the Netherlands in particular, and about the corruption scandal involving former Illinois Governor Blagojevich. It was intense.

Before the party we had lunch at our place with Aunt Becky and Uncle Ed. After lunch we went to Cricket Hill, near Montrose Harbour, to fly kites. The wind was not in our favour, but we played, and talked, and met all sorts of families created with the help of Family Resource Center (FRC), our former adoption agency. We felt empowered. Our soul-wings were emboldened and we flew real high in the sky.

One of the many, many blessings that came with Georgie's adoption is that we now have these American angels in our lives. It feels good to be protected, to be taken care of, to be loved. It feels particularly good to know that our daughter is loved by all these people, that she matters in other people's lives too, that other people in her country of birth are there for her. We thank them from the bottom of our hearts. Our Angels in America.

I feel tears coming as I write this. I will not hold them back. So if you will excuse me, I need a little private moment to let my eyes cascade and my heart soar like a kite.

(L)