Humans Not Biologically Equipped To Eat Meat

Today I turn to face the paper (good word processor), to try reflect the feelings and thoughts running through my being from beginning to end.

Today is Friday, May 7, 2010, and write from Hanoi (Vietnam), I look to my left and see a child sleeping peacefully in his crib, he will know what life holds for him, know him hugs and hugs to you is to receive, kissing him know you are to receive, will know the affection that is left to endure. Naive child.

And we know what to expect, the sleepless nights, the worry-free, the fears and unknowns, etc. But, and everything we provide, illusions regenerated, motivations, joys with their accomplishments and goals reached, etc.

UY!, I outlined a life in three rows.

Joking aside, I feel in me a very great fulfillment and inner peace, is it that the feeling that some parents feel when they see their children? I do not know, I know, but I find myself happy for what I feel and experiment will I be dropping the slime, and I do not notice? How can this child of 15 months, he has been with us just 10 days, you steal the heart of this so blatantly? How have I lived all these years without feeling what I feel now? How can you love someone who still do not know in depth? How much you care and welfare? Blood My blood incredible hoax! If you knew all I feel right now, every time I see my child, would understand what you can ever want.

My question, are we prepared to love unconditionally even the blood of our blood? I say love, not to consent and give away everything for free without any effort, it is not the same being a good parent, a good father.

I hope they pass a few years and now my son is older and the use of reason read these lines and understand, even a millionth of what I feel. Well, like I'm going through with my parents, each passing day you realize everything I have tried and tried to convey unconditional, with small defects, like any human, do you think this can not go wrong writing full?. If only been 10 days with my son and I was wrong a few times, but at least reconsider and think that I am aware, thus facilitating repair or relapse of error.

Well dear readers I have to let you be about time to go to the English Embassy here in Hanoi, to obtain visas and other documentation for my child to go home, that he will grow into a man. That home where you never miss understanding and love, love. And never again be separated us as biology, so decides.

A kiss for all of a father who is "building."

Patty Cake With Chinese Restaurant

HIS FEELINGS OF THE MEETING

came a day after we have so desired, I acknowledge that I can never describe in words how it was the day we first met with our son. Emotions are so huge that one comes to feel that even seem to "hurt" is like an intense and powerful blend of fear and desire. There

near one of the endless forks in the Mekong Delta, just past the town of Vinh Long from Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon), in front of a macro-manufacturing lost nothing for the manufacture of rice flour, rice noodles, and other derivatives (this description do not ever forget the exact spot where the orphanage where he was grew up in the first moments of our son ), there was an event which we have desired and dreamed of the day to connect two completely different paths on a common path with the same sense and of course, with the same address. Although I tried to capture for posterity the very moment of "family reunification", I find it not easy to convey this feeling so deep that emanated from my heart, joy, happiness and fulfillment. Every time I remember I then flood the eyes with tears of happiness, only to remember a little something so small run towards us with these hands raised as if we had recognized from the first hour, only saying he lacked scold, Why have you taken so long?, I have long waiting for you, please take me home. And once in our arms, and did not want to download more of them, I just wanted to escape from that place so bleak and sad. It was so fast, so particular that I can not put words to everything I saw and felt. Still recording it.

That said, I feel like a father again, with all that entails. I feel I did not get into me, every Once I see this child as desired by us, running, laughing, eating, crying, sleeping ... Finally, there has been delivery, and by God AS HE WANTS TO BE THIS! Me crazy, got me happy. And this is another step in my life to my own maturation as a person and as a parent.

We are now at the stage of knowledge, ie the unknown we No. 1 and No. 2 unfamiliar, these do not stop giving me hugs, kisses, cuddles, cuddling, affection and a thousand more. These to me are covering my basic needs like food, toiletries, etc.. These to me are discovering the lights, the street, cars, motorcycles, hot water, music, the plane, "paper, cardboard and various plastics."

Now repeat everything he sees, and continues to laugh and laugh and good cry occasionally but only when sleepy. A child is very special, and have the pleasure of knowing him personally, and interact with it. It has magic, you'll see (as you have seen, to be your father I'm not entirely objective). It is simply incredible.

We can only say that we are in a "honeymoon."