I am so behind on writing this post, and probably everyone that follows this blog already knows, but…
It still feels so surreal- in part, perhaps, because I didn't really expect it to happen then and there. I assumed that the judge would want some time to deliberate after hearing our case, but one week (almost exactly), my son officially and legally became my son.
In reality, he’s been my son for 20 months, so, in terms of our day-to-day life, very little has changed.
His name changed, which is really exciting.
But we still wake up and scramble to get ready for work/day care. We still come home and play with all of his trucks. We still spend a lot of time snuggling, reading, and laughing.
And I still love him as much as I did when I first laid eyes on him. (Actually, I love him as much as I did when I received the first phone call about him.) That love has evolved and become more nuanced, of course, but it is still so big it overwhelms my heart and brings me to tears if I stop and think about it. (Seriously.)
I just feel so, unimaginably lucky.
It’s amazing to think back to 2 years ago- when I questioned my decision to be a foster parent and wondered if I was really ready for the commitment. At the time, I had no intentions of adoption. I signed up with an agency that didn’t even do adoptions! They were strictly focused on foster care, and so- I thought- was I. I knew it was possible I might have the option to adopt a child in my care at some point down the road, but I was in no way expecting it to actually happen. I remember saying to friends, "I mean, I want to be able to think about it if adoption ever becomes an option, but I really doubt that would happen any time soon."
Yet here we are today.
It’s amazing how much love can change our lives. And change us.
I really am forever grateful.
|He has a face!|
Here we are with our lawyer, the judge who made it official, and just celebrating life.
|Us with my sister and mom. J was pretty focused on the trucks driving by.|