It was exactly nine years ago today that we learned you had been born, safe and healthy.

I’ll always remember sitting in that waiting room, perched on an uncomfortable couch and prepared for hours of nervous waiting, only to see the adoption counselor standing in the doorway.  She smiled as she shared her news: a healthy baby girl, 7 lbs. 6 oz, 19 1/2 inches long, with Apgar scores of 8 and 9.

All the air left me as I tried to take it in.  You were here.  You were healthy, and your birthmom was resting comfortably.

You were really here.


I think back on the last nine years together and it takes my breath away.  I can still see you swaddled up tight in your blankets, staring at the world around you.  As you got older you’d look at T-man like he was the best friend ever, and I’d catch him sharing books or toys with you with a special smile. Seeing you grow and play has been such an amazing journey…I literally can’t imagine my life without you in it.

Now you stand here, 9 years old and looking so grown up.  I want to shout “Stop!  Slow down!” but I know that’s neither in your nature nor what we’d really want for you.  Because as beautiful as our years together have been so far, every new phase you move into brings new adventure and discovery.

Watching you grow into this lovely young lady is one of the greatest blessings of my life.