April 7, 2002 was a day I will never forget.  We were in a Ukrainian orphanage in the city of Mykolaiv.  The room was cold and we were waiting with bated breath to see which one was our son.  Finally, the head nurse told Gregory in Ukrainian that his parents were here to take him home.  He jumped out of his seat and came running, followed by all of the beautiful children in the room.  We spent over a week visiting Gregory and all of his friends at the orphanage.  Each and every child had their own unique  personality and attitude.  To leave all of Gregory’s friends behind and know that most would never get adopted left a hole in our hearts for eternity.  Knowing what obstacles these innocent children had to endure would change us forever.