These two days, October 3rd and 4th, is really special to me and to our little family. 3 years ago, on these two days, me and MT met in Addis Abeba – and became family.

I’m not good with remembering every date that matters, but these two stands out in my mind.

I smile every time I remember his big smile and his love of kicking the ball. I almost cry when I think about how sad he was the first half an hour away from the other children and nurses he had spent his life with for so many months. He cried his heart out in frustration and fear of the new life. But I also remember his curious smile in the morning and the happiness when he was given a ball to play with and how our connection grew stronger each day. Becoming mother to him is the most important thing that have happened in my life. It’s not always easy, but I have no doubt that we belong together and that we love each other.

MT doesn’t care that much about this day, though, for him the most important stuff is here and now. But he enjoys looking at photos and asks “when are we going back to Ethiopia again? Tomorrow?!“