I cannot believe that I get to write these words.
Abraham is coming home.
My son will move from taking up all of the space in my heart to taking up all of the space in my arms.
In just a few days, we will all smell the same smells, look at the same clouds, touch the same floor. We will land in the country where my child began his life. Where he cut his first tooth and cried his first cry.
For the last year, I grieved all that we missed. In real-time, I knew that I was missing all of his firsts.
And that all changes soon.