For reasons too complicated and boring to go into here, I am going on a self-imposed break. Look for me in a month or so, newly tanned and with tons of gossip from my summer vacation. Or maybe sooner...we'll see.
But first--the little man's birthday party went off without a hitch, as long as you don't call the guest of honor passing out in the middle of the festivities a hitch. He looked smashing in his han bok and promises to have a great future. I must admit there was a lump in my throat seeing him all decked out at one year old, and thinking back to the day we first met him, and his foster mother presented us with his han bok. To see the two distinct days meet in real time, past and present...knowing how far we've come but also knowing that it's only the beginning.