We recently had an adoption service at church where we prayed that God will blend our natures and make FlyGuy, Little Lassie and I as close as blood relations. The Orthodox church has wonderful wording and symbolism in situations like this. The priest talked about how we are all first children of God, thus related at the core. My family had a small shower for me after church and it was terrific. The best part was when my cousin who is an adoptive mom to 2 boys talked to me about her adoption process. Her boys are now 18 and 24 and I constantly forget they are adopted. They are a very dynamic, attractive, funny family. Their road hasn’t always been easy, but they have a happy ending and it’s very inspiring.

I’m officially writing my letter of resignation to my employer this week. No more teaching for a while. In an effort to catch Little Lassie up on a few missed milestones, we work together for a half hour each morning and afternoon. Work includes putting pegs into holes, sorting shapes and feeding her babydoll a bottle. It’s different than teaching braille to visually impaired children, but its a good different. Our work time has helped us to bond and enjoy each other. At times, I have felt inadequate or flawed because I didn’t fall in love with Little Lassie on day one. Now I know love that comes slowly is just as valuable as love that strikes like lightning.