I'm Grateful For
The view out my front door, which goes on for miles and miles and MILES. No really. We are so grateful to be here, in this place, at this time, in a home of our own.
Dear Carly,
I assume that one day you will come to me wanting to know who you are, where you came from, where your other family is and why they gave you to us. I offer you little bits of information already, but certainly not crumbs enough to satisfy the appetite. Perhaps it won't matter to you. I am assuming a lot, already, about how adoption will impact your life. People often wonder why adoptive parents are hurt when their children seek out biological roots. I have the answer, and it's very simple. Adoption - at its core - makes us question the legality, authority, voracity, and validity of parenthood. For most adoptive parents, first you must come to terms with an issue that strikes at the foundations of mortality: fertility. From birth, most of us are driven to form families. First we are nestlings, nurtured and weened and eventually taught to fly. Then we are nest-builders, filling our lives with the stuff necessary to drive life forwar...
