A Long Journey Home
It was only a doorway, the threshold to our bedroom where we could rest and recover for the night after our year-long 6,000-mile journey to bring him to his forever home, but to Braxton, it was an obstacle of mountainous proportions, a hurdle he just couldn’t seem to get past. We’d heard varying accounts of how he was abandoned by his previous family. One was that he was put in the basement before his family left, another was that he had been shoved in the bathroom before his family left. We didn’t know which was true, but one thing was certain: After being given up for adoption twice in just four years, Braxton was terrified that as soon as he crossed the threshold into our bedroom, we would shut the door on him and he’d never see us again.