It's Monday, about 6:30pm, and we're back in Newark International Airport, killing time 'til our flight to Mumbai. Seated in the exact same area as during our first trip, Shannon and I have made the requisite phone calls and are now just tidying loose ends before grabbing a bite.
In situations like these, when the long awaited, long hoped for whatever is actually happening, one tends to think, wow, it was only yesterday that we first started down this path. Well we've got news for you. It seems like FOREVER ago that we made our first trip to India. Waking up this morning with an 'it's about time' moment, Shannon and I couldn't help but feel this trip has been a long time coming. Then reality hits. Life didn't owe us a baby. This whole experience has been a privilege that appears to be ending on the ultimate of high notes. We should be forever grateful. We absolutely are.
As we've told our nieces and nephews, the stork doesn't always make it to a mommy and daddy's house. Sometime the stork is diverted to India. We're off to meet him.
See you in India. And happy Valentine's Day!
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