I began to reply to one of our members today, and realized that I really want to tell all of you how Lucky you are to be finding each other.
You are extra Lucky to have children. This Odyssey began back more than 20 years ago, when My son made is first trip to Russia to meet a great lady. Yulia was from St. Petersburg and had a set of 5 year old twins.....and all went well...but in the end, She could not make that jump of Faith, She had been here before and there had been lies and deceit. She met and married a man from Germany and it has been good.
At that time, I found Russia Today and there was a boy, who posted... he had been brought to America... and he thought he would die away from Mother Russia. It broke my heart to think a child could feel this way. I began to work and post to him and others for a time. Then, I was active on the old St, Johns list and several others.
By and By my son visited several ladies in Ekaterinburg.....and finally after many visits and a very large amount of frustration we finally got that EMAIL.... "Mom K-1 is in hand and I am bringing my family home!"
Not long ago this lady, who IS my Russian born daughter! Stood on her back porch and said.... " It is so good to be home...Where else in the world is there such a sight!" She opened her arms to the Great Front Range of the Rocky Mountains".....
The remainder of this post is part of a letter sent another member.....
Just As I am, the proud GrandMother of an outstanding Russian born grandson.....and I have the worlds best Russian born daughter! My Russian counterpart has also become a good friend.
She raised Basil that first 11 years, she was there at 6:00 in the morning.. feed him, bathed him, Rocked him , and LOVED him. Just as I did the baby that we lost at 11 years old, two years ago.....So I know the pain of watching him and Irena go half a world away.
I am Granny,,,, because I can't say babushka properly... can't spell it either!

Basil was 11 when he came, and I have had the joy of watching him bloom, Dick is every bit the father to him, as to Brandon and Jennifer.
The first Thanksgiving dinner he declared he was most Thankful to be America and have a DAD.
In 1952 I stood on the deck of an American troop ship, with a two year old and 7 month old baby.....And watched the Statue of Liberty, grow smaller and smaller. My stomach dropped to my toes and I said to myself, "What are you doing?"
Now, I knew that in 2 years I would come home. I knew that the father of these two kids would be on the pier at South Hampton.... My passport had guarantees of my passage home in case of crisis. AND I WAS SCARED TO DEATH!
I cannot even come close to knowing how these brave ladies might feel when they leave there homes, and families, everything they ever knew, to come here and become one of us.....
Each of you men should feel really special to have such a lady......
Today basil has completed his first year at Stanford....He has grown and matured and learned a great deal about himself and the world around him.....and he likes sand and palm trees

You see I am an old

prunepicker! Love those beaches and palms also!
Mamma D
PS... my granddaughter is a Capt. in the USAF Intelligence, and Brandon is decorated Marine recruiter.