One year ago, we were hopeful. We had this. I was still terrified that something would go wrong, that this baby would be taken from us too. But each day was a little more hopeful.
Today, I am awake long before my body wants to be. Jen is sleeping off Natalie's all night nurse-a-thon (someone didn't tell her that the feast is supposed to be this afternoon). I'm tired. I'm achy. Jen and I are broke. All of our money and then some has gone into the second parent adoption, which we hope will go through before the end of the year. I'm trying to figure out how we can pass off toothpicks or Q-tips as Christmas gifts. And I've never been happier. Seriously. Never. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I'm thankful with every inch of my soul.