It seems of a funny trick of the mind that momentous moments in life can so easily seem like they happened yesterday, yet at the same time feel as if everything that happened before must have been years and years ago ... almost irretrievably lost in ancient memory banks.

That's my brain tease for the week ... I can remember the moment now two years ago when I first held my youngest daughter, the darling, sweet and adorable Chamroeun Jada as if it happened yesterday, but at exactly the same time it seems that she's always been with me.

Right around this time of the year in 2005, Mark, Sam and I stepped off a plane in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, and into our dear friend Shelley's little car. Excited as all get out, yacking up a storm, she pulled out of Ponchentong Airport's parking lot and headed away from town.

The road to AOA, the orphanage that cared for both my kids before they came home, was familiar, yet not, as the roads had been paved between our visit to collect Sam in 2003 and this one so the dust level was nowhere near what it had been and things looked more scrubbed.

Although anxious, Mark and I weren't anywhere close to as nervous as we'd been the first time we'd headed toward the village of Kok Prech, and we were some version of more relaxed as we turned into the orphanage gate and pulled up beside the kitchen.

Cj's nanny had her all dressed up in a little orange number Shelley had purchased for the occasion ... she's nuts about orange ... so we didn't have the same sort of giggle we got over Sam's introduction outfit -- pink knee socks featured prominently.

As expected, but still surprising, Cj was tiny. All of thirteen-weeks-old, she weighed then what Sam had at four-weeks, and she was so delicate and girlie!

Over the next few days we completed the adoption, this time much more able to absorb our surroundings ... the shot of us on the stairs captures the moments just before the final official process in the Ministry office -- not a fancy place, as you can see ... relax and enjoy our time in Cambodia with both of our kids.

After a stop in Singapore, our family of four headed happily home.

Chamroeun is now well into toddlerhood, a two-year-old from the top of her sweet head to the tips of her tiny toes ... a heartfelt "Why?" is presently her response to just about every request or correction ... and we're wondering where our baby went.

Still pinching ourselves these 730 days after the wonderful day Cj became our daughter, her Family Day feels like the completion of our circle.