Post by Captain Serious on Jul 18, 2012 15:39:23 GMT -5
We've been celebrating our family all week. On Friday was M's two year Adoption Day celebration! In some ways, the time has just flown by, and in others, it seems like he's been with us forever. My BIL and SIL were already in town (see next paragraph), and we had a wonderful dinner at our favorite Peruvian restaurant.
Then this Sunday we had M baptised and formally recognized J's baptism (which was done when he was a baby). Afterwards, we had a big party at the house to celebrate both adoptions and baptisms. Sunday was also my MIL's birthday, and yesterday was my dad's 75th birthday, so we had a separate cake for them as well. The ceremony was perfect and the party was wonderful, complete with all our family and many friends.
Yesterday was not only my dad's birthday, but also my husband's and my 8th anniversary. We've had a house full of guests for the last several days and have been really busy, so we didn't do much to celebrate, but we did manage to enjoy a nice dinner together after the kids ate. We are also going out to dinner alone on Thursday evening. Whoo-hoo! (Or not, I literally just got a message telling me that the boy's swim meet that was supposed to be tonight was rescheduled until tomorrow because of storms. Oh, well.)
But even with all this, perhaps the most special adoption/family thing that happened to me all week, just happened this afternoon. M had to be evaluated to see if he'll need speech services next year. At the end of the evaluation, the evaluator wrote a note to M, and asked me to read it to him. It said something along the lines of, "M, Mrs. Evaluator wanted me to tell you that she thinks you did a great job today! She has a secret just for you. She was a special adopted child, too. You are special!" M was still processing what she was trying to convey when she pulled him in for a big hug and teared up. Afterward, she gave me one, too, and thanked me. I made sure to tell her that he was my biggest blessing. As more tears came to her eyes, I asked if she was okay, and she said she's had a very emotional three weeks, and she cries when she is happy. She's very happy with her life right now, and just wanted to thank me.
So how 'bout that? I was thanked by someone who "gets it" for the biggest blessing to have ever graced my life.