I have rehearsed it a thousand times in my mind: I'll start with a bear hug that will lift her off her feet and leave her just a little bit breathless. I will put her down, get on my knees, hold her face in my hands, look her in the eyes and say, "Irena, my beautiful girl (I learned how to say that part in Latvian). You are home. You are safe. You will never be alone again." Yes, that's what I'll say...if I can make it through. Even if I don't, it's okay. I have every day for the rest of my life to tell her and show her.
Sleep well tonight Irena...your daddy is coming to get you...very soon.