Ya know when you are a little girl you dream of your prince on a white chariot who swoops in, lifts you off of your dainty feet and away you go into Never Never Land
And then you grow up.
And then you grow up and adopt.
And your white chariot dream turns into this
which, upon it's arrival makes your heart pitter-patter,
and it makes your knees buckle.
your prince emerges from his chariot...
and you swoon.
And instead of a diamond ring,
or a glass slipper
he hands you these.
At which point I got all choked up...
thanked him 400 times more than was necessary,
and went into the house.
And then I read the part on the LSC's that say,
"Child's birth parents could not be ascertained."
....and I burst into an ugly cry.
Sheesh! No one warned me that it would say that.
I know that fact of course about their birth parents...
but seeing it there...
I will be ever grateful to those women for choosing life for these boys.
We don't know much
but we know they
And for that we are thankful.
I'm off now to extract the mascara off of my forehead and cheeks.....
I told ya,