Claire and I had a hard time sleeping last night. For me, the anticipation of what is to come was difficult to contain. Claire says she was, “too cold”. I think however, she was also taken back by the upcoming changes. We often say to each other, “Next time we do X, we will have a child”. In this respect, adoption is a strange route to parenthood. To go from your normal self (i.e., not pregnant), to being handed a child is an interesting transition. Once we land in JFK, we head to my mother’s house and make ready for my brother’s wedding in the evening.
We were given a boarding pass for Eli (in which you can see his current name). We were stopped by a TSA agent who cautiously looked at our bags and asked, “where is the infant”.
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