Happy Birthday

Many years ago, when Daniel was small, we received a Russian child as a placement we hoped to adopt. He had medical problems which we had addressed here in the US. However there were serious difficulties. In the interest of providing this child with the help he then needed, we allowed him to be placed with a family who had expertise in his specific problems, and with no other children younger than he. This was also the choice and directive of the agency supervising the placement of this child with us. You were never unwanted anywhere. Everyone concerned was simply trying to best meet your needs.
Today is his birthday. Although he is unlikely to read this post, I would like to say that we have always grieved his departure even though he was not particularly happy with us, or at all bonded to us. We have always cared and always thought of him. He has always been in our prayers. Happy, Happy Birthday. You may not have become our son, but you will always be a family member, and you brought Russian language and culture to us, and in many ways it has never departed. With best wishes across the miles. Bolshoe spasiba.