A recent dinner table conversation:
Owen: "Was I born on-time, late or early?"
Me: "Well, we don't know that; remember, we weren't there when you were born"
Owen: "Oh yeah, you met me when I was ..."
Me: "Four months old. Although I'm gonna guess you were a little late. Like you were ready to be born and then you were like, ... oh hey - look at that cool thing over there!"
Owen: "I just thought you would want to thank my mom for having me"
Me: "Oh we would. We do thank her everyday for having you!"
Owen: "Like literally you would say, thank you for having my son"
Me: "Yep"
Owen: "Cause she literally had your son!"
Me: "Yes she did. We are so thankful she made the choice to have you and that you are our kid!"
Owen; "Yeah. What's for dessert?"
And so it is around here. The little additions that being an adoptive family add to our conversations about life and love and belonging and belief. I'm thankful for every piece of our story.
1 comment:
Love!!!!! Uncle Todd and I want to say Thank You to her too! We are also everyday thankful for you and Bob moving heaven and earth to bring O home to our family.
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