Tomorrow is Julia Day! It doesn't seem real that I'm sitting in a hotel room in Shanghai and that I just typed those words. After so many months ofwaiting, we're hours away from meeting our new little daughter! This whole experience seems surreal. I mean, who hops on a plane, flies to the other side of the world, and comes home with a new child? Other people, other families. I've read about them and talked with them, but I never thought I would be one of them- until I saw those eyes. There was something strikingly familiar about those eyes.
Now I understand that God placed a Julia-shaped hole in my heart that will only be filled when she is my daughter and I'm her mother. Suddenly it doesn't metter how many miles the trip, how much the cost, or how far from home this journey takes us. My daughter is away from me and I need to go get her. It's the same feeling I have when my other two are away from home. Life isn't as it should be until we're all under one roof. So here we sit, not many miles away, ot many hours away. We're going to pick up our daughter and take her home, then life will be as it should be.