Today is Saint Joseph's Day. It is also the 25th anniversary of our son Alex arriving in the United States. He was born in Bogota, Colombia. On December Eve 1982 we received a phone call asking if we'd like to adopt a baby boy. Our older son Nathaniel was 5 1/2 and our daughter Emily 3 1/2 at the time. We had been on a waiting list for about 2 years at the time of the call. We said a boy or girl would be OK with us. It took from December to March to finish the rest of the paper work required once a child has been accepted. Normally travel to Colombia is required but my husband's medical partner had been diagnosed with terminal cancer so there was no way Jim could travel to Colombia. I could travel but being alone in Colombia, or anywhere, with 3 children wasn't something I looked forward to. The courts ruled we could have a friend in Colombia transport our new baby home. so on a very snowy, blistery day I drove with my other two children and a friend, who was to become Alex's godmother, to Minneapolis-Saint Paul to meet Alex. Jim was on duty at the hospital. We were living in northern Wisconsin at the time. Little did I know I would one day live in Saint Paul. On the drive home, after spending the night in Minneapolis, we got hopelessly lost around Chippewa Falls/Eau Claire. Diana thought she knew a short cut. LOL, it was no short cut. The visibility was down to zero at time. I think it was St. Joseph who saw us home safely.
And it's been wonderful having Alex as a son. And now he's a father to an adorable little boy. Time sure does fly.
The photo was taken when Alex was about 2. Emily was taking a bath and Alex decided to join her, LOL. I don't have a working scanner at the moment so no airport photos.
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