It seems just like yesterday.
I woke up early, delirious. I am not sure if the delirium was from the lack of sleep, the jet lag or the sheer enormity of what was going to happen.
It was not how I had imagined it would be. It was chaotic. It was busy. It was perfect.
Four years ago on October 30th, I met my daughter for the first time.
I held her in my arms for the first time and I have never let go.
She is mine. I am hers.
We are a family. Now. Forever. Always.