Last week, S. and I went through a mild emotional apocalypse.  But today It looks like everything will work out, at least for us.  We are hoping to fly to Ethiopia and meet this little boy and carry him home one day soon.  But I feel bad, still, for our friends who are still waiting for good news and for the children who are waiting for love and milk.  I’d like to think that life is big enough for us all to be happy. 

Anyway, Shasta and I had a quiet birthday celebration for our boy.  We were full of helpless hope and frustration. I think Shasta looks a bit preoccupied and I am a mixture of grim and mopey.  But I like the pictures because I think the house looks like a warm cave, full of love, ready for birthdays.