Well, it’s been almost 6 months since I last wrote to/about you! I think about you each and every day. When I look into our son’s eyes, I see glimpses of you and imagine what you must look like. Oh how I wish I knew what you looked like. I wish we had a picture of you, something, so that when K and I talk about you, we could look at your face and speak to you rather than simply about you. You truly are a part of our family—I hope I am able to tell you that one day to your face when I embrace you and whisper in your ear, “Eh-wud-dish-ah-lo Z!” (I love you)
Do you think about K? I am certain that you must, how could you not?! I don’t think that you celebrate Mother’s Day in Ethiopia, but as I celebrate it with our son, I am reminded of you and your love for him. Oh, what a love you have for this amazing human being. What a love that you have to allow me to raise him, love him and care for him. I am continually amazed and brought to tears when I think of you because of your strength, your love, your honesty and your sacrifice. I know it may sound like I am putting you on a pedestal—and maybe I am, who knows, but when I think of you, I am simply in awe.
There is a quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson that says, “Men are what their mother’s made them.” Well, I would say that our son is pretty amazingly blessed, because he has two Moms who love him unconditionally and only want the best for him.
So today, on Mother’s Day, Z, I think of you and again, because it’s never enough, want to thank you! We love you—and we always will!