One year ago today Eric came to me and said that he wanted to commit to adopt Dima. One year ago today I received one of the most amazing Christmas gifts a mother could have ever hoped for. A child. A wonderful, precious, little boy who so desperately needed a home. A boy who this time last year was just another face in a sea of many faces. A boy who had been used and abused by a woman who legally had no right to be called his mother. A boy for whom I wept as the clock struck midnight on Christmas Eve turning into Christmas Day. I sat in my rocking chair where I have spent many a night nursing a baby, comforting a sick little one, reading stories, and I longed to have one more little one to rock in that chair. And tonight I get to sit in that very chair and rock that precious little boy and whisper to him how much we love him. Someday I hope he, too, will celebrate Christmas Eve with a little extra happiness and gratitude...someday. In the meantime I will relish every moment of his first Christmas with us. A redeemed child of God.