I wanted to post this picture of Berny being reunited with his mother in my first post, but it took me a while to find it. It says so much. In her face is all the love and concern of a mother. I imagine her on the day he left Haiti praying over him, so grateful he was getting help, but so scared to let go of her tiny firstborn child. Away he flew to a foregin land for six whole months. In that time he went from a tiny three month old to a nine month old who was sitting up, crawling, babbling and laughing. She missed lots of firsts. But in this picture all the longing and uncertainty melt off her face as she sees him, healthy and healed. It is beautiful!