I’ve never copied someone else’s post before. But I drove home today from a week in Charleston and our whole family was there to celebrate the baptism of my niece and nephew who are international adoptions, as well as my son. They are from Bulgaria and my sweet boy is from Russia. My son came home at 13 months ( I met him and he was “mine” at 11 months), but my niece and nephew were a whole different story. My poor brother and sister in law had a year between meeting them and bringing them home. So many points in this article rang true for me, but even more so for them as they waited and wondered if they’d really become part of their family. They recently suffered a very sad and tragic loss of one of their little friends at 11 years old. This prompted my niece to request to be baptized. They don’t belong to a church but go with my parents often, so they asked to be baptized in their church. So this weekend surrounded by 20 members of their close family they were blessed in the ocean. I will post a distant picture here to maintain their privacy. It was a very special day and made so even more by the parents of the little girl who passed away joining us.