Flashback Friday

Since I have been reminicing about Juliana's adoption 10 years ago, one of my favorite photos is of Juliana, my mom, and me in Red Square. It was so cold and windy at the end of April. We'd even had snow flurries a few days before. We had no idea that we'd need heavier clothing than we'd brought.

Juliana was so petite for a 25 month old. I'd gotten her clothing for a 24 month old, but she really needed 12-18 month old clothes. She was active and curious in the apartment we rented in Moscow. We spent a lot of time saying "Nyet" when she was investigating the owners stereo system.