One year ago today, we were in Ukraine. At this very moment, we were asleep in our hotel room in Sevastopol. In a few short hours, we would be seeing Matthew for the first time as our son (more on that tomorrow).
This is a picture of Maia and I that was taken the day before - we were enjoying the water fountain at Independence Square in Kyiv before catching our evening flight to Sevastopol.
Oh, what a difference a year makes. Bringing our kiddos home was supposed to make their lives "better." Somehow, I feel as if I have failed my sweet girl. My heart is bleeding.