I understand that in your mind these words make you feel less than, or that somehow your family isn't a family because it wasn't built on blood. That's not what you believe, but that's how you feel other people think.
It’s emotional and wonderful, but it’s not different. Not yet.
The next day she arrived. The all too familiar knots in my stomach were there as I waited. But something was different this time.
Other women have those memories.
My family wasn’t made like yours, but you still acknowledge that we’re a family. Thank you.
To all you well meaning people out there… just stop.
I know she doesn't need me.
This stuff is hard.
January 6, 2017. Our first full day as parents. Remember that difficult question I thought I’d have to answer.
Dear Mommy Before Me, Thank you.