Reliving memories

Some of my bloggy friends either just returned from Korea with their new babies, are currently in the country to pick up their children, or are waiting for that magical travel call. I am totally addicted to their blogs soaking in every detail of their preparations and their trip, studying every photo for familiar sights, and reliving those precious memories of our own trip to Korea.

Over two months after returning from Seoul I am struggling to keep my memories vivid. I am losing the details, but when I think of our trip I still have that feeling that is impossible to describe. The excitement of not only seeing a new city, but the city our child lived in. The thrill of seeing new sights, smelling that distinct Seoul smell and hearing new sounds, knowing that this is what our child is used to smelling and maybe seeing. A glimpse into the culture our child was born into. The realization that this place is AMAZING. The nerves before meeting our child and then the sheer wonder of finally seeing and touching him. The sadness of taking him away from a place we just fell in love with. The joy of finally being a family. The knowledge that we are forever tied to South Korea.

I am so blessed to be one of the few people on this earth that have had this experience.