Three years ago, on March 13, Big Papa and I boarded a British Air flight and headed to London.
This was the first leg of a journey which would ultimately culminate in an Armenian court, in front of a judge, who would determine if she would allow us to adopt one special baby girl. And, this was also the last leg of a journey that had taken us three years, four trips to Armenia (five for me), and one failed adoption, before we were able to reach this milestone: Parenthood!
We were very excited.
And extremely terrified.
We arrived in England the next day, March 13, after10 hours of flight time and with a nine hour time difference.
Hello London! Hello jet lag!
The last time I was in London was 1980, at the end of my semester abroad in Amsterdam. I was excited to spend a few days–our last hurrah–before two became three. We had a grand time:
Exploring Kensington Garden and Hyde Park
Visiting Big Ben and Buckingham Palace
Walking over bridges–old and new
Enjoying a few meals out–bangers and mash…and beer, of course!
Three days later, it was time to say farewell. See you on the flip-side Heathrow. All aboard to Armenia!
Take the road less traveled, Beth