My trip home was fairly uneventful with the exception that I almost missed my flight home. That fleeting thought enabled my sprint full of determination and I managed to check in two minutes before the cut off time.
I knew that my boys were waiting for me, and I could not tolerate knowing that they would be disappointed and then waiting for hours.
When I came through Customs, my boys were waiting and I heard their little voices cheering my name "mom" from the crowd. When our eyes engaged, my heart melted. My boys hugged me with Taylor studying my face. He then said “open your mouth”…which I did. I looked at him confused and then he replied “oh good, you don’t have vampire teeth. You haven’t changed, phew!” I too must confess, that I also stared at them to make sure that they were still the same. And that is exactly what we were both counting on after a week and a half….familiarity!
The more I thought of that, an experience in Romania conjured up my own natural desire of biological familiarity. During my trip with Mr. Ted, he took me through a small town where his family came from. Mr. Ted honestly felt like this experience was common place, and to his surprise I reacted with excitement. Honestly, to drive through family history was very exciting. It is the very thing I have craved my entire life.
I explained to Mr. Ted that my thought (or dream) of a biological background can easily be played in my mind and what a wonderful concept that is. My home is what others had chosen for me and what I adjusted to...and as an opera once said in 1832, it's home, sweet home.
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