One year ago today I sat in a little kitchen in Khabarovsk, Russia and wrote down the names of everyone I could think of that would be praying for us. I feasted on a breakfast of oatmeal and coffee. I was so nervous. Later that morning Lena and Andrei would be coming to pick us up to take us to the court house for the biggest moment of our married life. We were about to sit in front of a judge and have to justify why we wanted a child. Or rather this child in particular.
We were questioned about our finances, our ability to parent, our jobs, our whole lives. One hour later a squat man came in and pronounced us parents of Oleg Viktorovich Tarenenko theretofore be named Oleg* Roy Lindholm. There was no pomp and circumstance. A verdict was read and we were ushered out. Thinking about that particular moment in life makes me cry.
I remember coming out of the elevator to see Kathou and Paypay waiting for us. I hugged Kathou so hard and we both proclaimed that we were officially mothers. Something we both had waited so long for.
I laid in bed that night and thought that this was the last time it would just be Derek and I. The next day our lives would be changed forever.
Today I can’t believe it has been a year. I have moments when it seems like Oleg has been with us forever and then moments when I don’t want the first year to be over with. Our lives have certainly changed. I can’t imagine it any other way.
*Please pronounce it correctly. AH-leg not OH-leg.? He will correct you if you are wrong.