I am in the Delta Crown Room in Atlanta doing my best to cry discretely. I have been looking at the face of my new baby and listening a playlist Craig made for my trip to LA. I can't imagine the world that my little boy has known for the last two years and five months (tomorrow).

I just keep thinking of all the things that the HAWK had experienced by that stage in life. His birthday parties, his trips to Boston and North Carolina, tumbleweeds, beach days and so much more. Then I think about the day that he jumped into an inner tube at Blizzard Beach and declared it was the "greatest day of our youth lives."

His life was fulled with overwhelming love from the first moment of his birth. Its such a contrast to anything that FuNong has experienced. Although I hope that his foster mother has shown in compassion and warmth.

I pray that there will be a day where I will see FuNong feel that kind of joy.