Amen, Sister

If there’s one thing I keep telling my husband, it’s that Adoption Day was anticlimactic. And super scary since we thought the judge was going to postpone. It was so cold and methodical. There wasn’t really a chance for emotion.

We weren’t in the children’s lives when TPR occurred but I would have liked to be there. In my mind, the kids became “ours” the day they bounded through our front door and camped out like they had always lived here. They still talk about the first day they came and all of the things we did together, what they wore, what we ate. It was so important to them and to us. I hope to keep that memory alive for them as a good one.

http://www.babble.com/parenting/my-daughter-is-finally-really-mine/

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