So I have never met the boys....
but it is quite fun to see,
over the photos of them and try and glean at least a bit of their personality out of them.
Photos like this for instance:
and sometimes you just know.
That they are silly.
That they are goofy.
That they are beyond cute.
And it's hard.
It's hard not to impress upon them some kind of preconceived notion of how they will be
of how they will react
of how they will respond to us.
I think that they will do well.
I think that there are a number of factors that are playing in our favor that will hopefully make this transition as easy as it can possibly be.
But I don't really know.
I won't ever really know
until we get there.
Until these pictures become people.
And I have to remind myself that
it's not their job to fulfill the roles that I think that they will play in our family.
It's not their job to be the people that I have made them out in my head to be.
It's not their job to be anybody except
And how that fact meshes with the ideal that has been forming in my head over the past 10 months is where the rubber meets the road so to speak.
And that is where all of this adoption talk becomes our families adoption reality.
And I don't have any clue what that reality will actually look like.
Keeping me up at night?
Change a thing?
Not on your life.
21 Days till Gotcha Day.
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