Our story began eleven years ago today. You had me at hello — no words, no history, just a single look that said you were mine, and I was yours. I was meant to be your foster, but from that very first moment, I knew I’d already failed. You were home.
There was no birthday to mark, no past to unravel. Just a scruffy little mystery from the streets of Hungary, known then as Bobo, who wandered into my world and changed it forever.
And here you are now, George — my Clooney — still by my side, still my heart. We think you’re about twelve now, though to me you’ll always be that scrappy little survivor who stole my heart in an instant.
This summer, we returned to Hungary together — a homecoming of sorts, back to the land where your story first began.
To walk those streets with you by my side felt like closing a circle, a reminder of how far we’ve come, and how lucky I am that you’re mine.
And like that, we think he is 12 years of age and handsome.
Happy 11th Gotcha Day, George. ❤️. To many more celebration of this day.
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Happy day George. I remember arriving and knew he had found his home just by looking at your eyes