"Do you think you'll ever have your own?"
"Maybe now that you've adopted you'll have your own."
I know in my heart that people are well meaning and are not trying to break my spirit. What I want to say is, what are my girls? What are we? We are a family of four. We have shared the delivery room, operating room, and patient room with our girls and their courageous birth mothers. We were there the minute they took their first breaths, we were there to give them their first skin to skin contact, we were there to hug and kiss them...and to cry happy tears to an ever loving God that did not fail us.
We were there.
The only thing we did not give our girls was life. Their birth mothers did, and they made such a strong, liberating choice. They made a choice that was the absolute best choice for these precious baby girls. We could not respect them any more, and we pray for them daily. We thank God daily, for bringing us together. They are a part of us, as we will always have a part of them. They choose us, out of how many other couples, to be our girls' parents. What better feeling, than to know that WE were chosen. It makes my heart race to realize the impact of those words. We were chosen. . .chosen to love, parent, cherish, and mother/father our girls.
We have our own. Our own are these two girls that we share every single day with. The curly haired afro baby girl that I rock before bed and tuck gently into her crib each night with the soft pillowcase she loves so much. The little girl who is a true free spirit but wants me to "hold you" every night before bed and kiss her forehead...and pray the angel of god with her dad. There is nothing sweeter than our two girls...nothing. They are our reason for being. They are our reason for living. We strive to do nothing more than to be the best mom and dad we can possibly be.
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