My Dearest Dimitry,
This year, you hoped for a home. We really, really tried My Love.
You've grown since we held you last.
Another season of your life has passed, and still you wonder when we will come.
We are closer than we have ever been, Dear Boy.
I pray for your heart as time goes by.
You don't even remember a home with a mama and daddy who set rules and give out hugs and kisses, or siblings to wrestle, play and grow with.
I wish you'd never have to wonder if we love you "as much,"
or feel sadness or guilt for the friends left behind when you join us.
I hope you know the love we have for you comes, not from the sacrifices made, but from the sincere desire to call you Son.
You are a blessing and God's child on this earth,
and we are so very excited to watch you grow as one of our family.
Soon, we will be there;
Soon, you will never have to wonder again where you belong.
Soon, you will be home.
xxoxxo,
Mama Dena
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