I like words. I like to write them and I especially like to read them. But on days like this words are woefully inadequate. They cannot give depth to the worries and sleepless nights as one wonders if they can financially do this adoption thing. They cannot carry the laughter and joy that Kris brings to our family. You have to be there to experience those moments.
You have to be there in the car with Zinta, Kris and me as we head to the embassy. Kris knows that George Washington was the first president but does not know the current president. I casually tell him "Knucklehead." Sure enough, the embassy personnel, impressed that he knows who the first president is, ask him "Who is the current president?" "Knucklehead" he exclaims and Zinta and I and the embassy staff bust out laughing.
You have to be there at Rosanna's Restaurant a few days before his birthday when Eileen asks him what he would like for his birthday. Kris tells her that he used to reflect on his birthday about his life and what he hoped for and where he was in reaching his dreams. He told her that he does not have to do that anymore ... because he has a family now.
Thanks you to all who prayed for us, encouraged us, supported us financially and spiritually. This day is your day too. Thanks to God for his never-ending love and support. He carried us when it seemed we couldn't walk one more step. I will leave you with four last words:
INTRODUCING KRISTOFER TIMOTHY GENTILE
