Being Held and Beheld Michael John Cusick
Like most new parents, I couldn’ t wait to hold my infant daughter.
Because my wife and I adopted her from China, because of all the hurry-up waiting we had endured, because of how quickly the tempo can change in the administrative and bureaucratic dance, my tentative anticipation only shifted to confident expectation when I landed in Beijing. Finally, all the requisite forms were completed, interviews conducted, and details concluded so I could now bring her home.
Even after I landed and began absorbing the reality that I was crossing the finish line of
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