We were watching television on a Sunday night not too long ago. It was that show where a boss trades places with a worker in his company to get down in the trenches of the business. During the entire hour-long program, my son Joe who is eight was sitting on me, under me, with my legs wrapped around his legs, my arms wrapped his shoulders, or both my legs and arms wrapped around him. I love cuddling with all three of my kids but to be wrapped up with Joe like that is especially satisfying. Joe was adopted at six months old from Russia. I know you’ve likely heard and read many stories about International adoptions gone wrong. Mine went right but it took some work. International adoption isn’t for the faint of heart After having Grace and Jack, my husband and I, wanted a third child. We were older, late 30’s, but still thought we would try for another baby. Well, it wasn’t in God’s plan that I would get pregnant again. It was in His plan that we would have a third child. He was born on October 7th, 2003 in St. Petersburg, Russia. His birth mom, who Read more