Winding throughout my days of planning and cleaning for a party and all the stuff you have to do as a mom of three kids has been a subtle sense of awe. The adoption is done. These kids are mine. They’re my kids. They’re mine. They’re my husbands. They’re ours. They’re our kids. They’re my parents grandkids. My in-laws grandkids. They’re our sisters and brothers nieces and nephew. They’re our family.
They aren’t going to go anywhere. Ever. They are forever ours. We are forever theirs.
I’m not sure when this feeling will fade. I’m amazed that after all we went through that the Universe had a plan for us and that all the pain and heartache was a path to these kids and this life.