of life and of love and wings...

Murmansk, Russia. Daniil arrives this morning, driven by his own private "chauffeur" from the Apatity baby home!
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I have no words--for once I'm speechless--so will rely on those of two friends. The first is poet e.e. cummings whom I've read, memorized and loved for years. This well-known poem is from Xaipe (1950).

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

And now to my friend Carolyn who, in the closing lines of a recent email, somehow managed to capture my wishes for my boy better than I ever could.

I told my parents about your journey to Daniil and the happy news and they are deliriously happy for you...and especially happy for that little boy of yours, whose potential for living a life that is a full expression of himself has now increased exponentially because of your loving intervention in his otherwise bleak path. Daniil Titus Sjostrom was certainly born under a lucky star.

I thank you God for most this amazing day. May I be worthy of motherhood. May I never lose sight of Daniil's heart, his bright spirit, of who You would have him become.