Frankie Day

Four years ago today, Chris and I walked into a shelter in Chicago and found our first baby. We took him home wondering what in the world we had gotten ourselves into. He was skinny as a rail - so much so that someone admonished me to feed him in the first week. He also was nervous and scared. Perhaps so were we.

Frankie is in the United States right now with his grandparents (paternal), waiting until Taiwan allows him to come home. I miss him so much that it makes me weepy. His grandmommy sends wonderful email updates so we can know he is safe and sassy. Today apparently he sneaked into the car as she was getting ready for work, hoping to go for a joyride.

Good gracious, do I love my Frankie. See you next week sugar. Happy Frankie Day.