“For the last six years in everything we’ve done he has been in our hearts.” The mother with the name ‘Hope’, a much better name in Spanish ‘Esperanza’, shared her story of a six year long wait for their son. Every two seconds her face glanced down to the happy three year old playing at our feet. The conversation paused as we both, as adoptive mothers, absorbed the weight of the moment. Vladi looked up and reached his arms up to the beautiful Spanish woman who smiled at him. “Hold me,” he said with a cute little toddler lisp that she understood perfectly. She has been holding him in her being since before the day he came to be.
I never tire of the retelling of precious moments shared as the new families forge a bond. The father, who shares a name with one of the children here at the House of Dreams, Jose Luis, told me, “We went to the park this morning and Vladi picked a flower and gave it to his mommy.” The man’s blue eyes danced as he bubbled over with adoration for his son.
He added, “The day they told us to come in to the office to find out who our child would be we kept asking each other, ‘A boy? Or a girl? A boy? Or a girl?’ Then they told us, ‘A boy!’” He stopped with his hand on his chest. The tears in his eyes said more than any word ever could.
- Angie










