Adoption is a gift from God. A gift from a birth mom to her child. A gift for the adoptive parents who for one reason or another aren’t able to conceive and give birth on their own. A gift to anyone who associates with that child…
Read MoreWe thought we would be staying with Florine and his wife again, but there had been some issues there with Florine’s sister prostituting herself out in their apartment at nights. It was a dark place…
Read MoreThe day after we went to Branistea in search of Dumitra’s original birth certificate, Nic took us to yet another government office in Galati…
Read MoreThe day after we got Errin, we were required to go to the local hospital and get the first of two HIV tests. I was nervous because HIV was high in newborns in Romania…
Read MoreThe next morning, our first in Galati, Lucci brought the usual platter of sliced sausage, cucumbers, tomatoes and radishes for breakfast. As hard as I tried…
Read MoreElena was waiting for us at the train station in Galati. Dad and I were about the only ones who got off the train there. Most of the other passengers…
Read MoreThe apartment was very small, very dark, and the smell of moth balls was beyond pungent. As soon as we got inside, Florine and his sister brought me five piece of blank white paper…
Read MoreOnce I got on the plane and sat down, I turned and looked out the window and let the ugly-cry-sobbing out. I tried to be quiet, but my heart was sad and broken…
Read MoreAs I sit to write this post, I realized I am writing it on the 31st anniversary of the infamous phone call. The call that changed our lives forever, the call to come…
Read MoreI mentioned before how we went through Val Cocariu and his wife Nancy for Errin’s adoption. Val and Nancy are both Romanian…
Read MoreA few weeks ago, I gave a little snippet of our adoption experience. One of the reasons I started this blog, was to share this with you. I’ve back-tracked to the beginning of the story…
Read MoreIt has been almost 31 years since I traveled to Romania to adopt our daughter Errin. Our family would not be complete without her…
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