My hands still smell smokey from our last Mother's Day tradition of the day -- we burned the notes the girls wrote their birth mothers, so that the smoke could carry their thoughts and wishes to China. They each read their notes solemnly before consigning them to the fire. Maya's note read:
Dear Birth Mother,Zoe's note read:
Happy Mother's Day! Are you having a good day in China? I love you!
Dear Birth Mother,When I teared up, I could blame it on the smoke getting in my eyes.
Happy Mother's Day! Do you miss me? I miss you. I think of you every second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year. I can never stop thinking of you.