Sunday, July 11

A Manniversary- A Paper Date

Four years ago today something incredible, yet inconsequential, happened. My husband adopted my son.

It was an incredible morning, because Jeremy had been waiting to finalize the adoption since the moment we got married- he wanted to make it legal and unbreakable.
It was an inconsequential moment, because Jeremy had been Pooter's Daddy for well over a year already- we were just getting some papers.


When Jeremy and I met, The Boy was 9 months old. When we got married, he was 13 months old. Jeremy wanted to make The Boy an official "B" right away, but Arkansas law mandates that a couple be married for one year before a spouse adopts a child.

Just over one year after we all stood under a tree at the courthouse as Jeremy and I got married, we sat together inside that courthouse and we answered some questions, and we filed some documents.


Each year on 7-11, Jeremy and The Boy do something special. It is not always a big event; but it is a tradition Jeremy began with purpose, and plans to carry on into infinity. It is important to Jeremy that they celebrate their man-niversary together on the date, but that throughout the year it is just another day on the list of days; birthdays, holidays, the paper date, anniversaries.

Someday The Boy will go through the requisite teen-anger-drama, but he will know we have always been truthful with him. Someday The Boy will do the math and realize what "adoption" really means in his life, but for now, he knows that his daddy chose him.


(at the courthouse: Jeremy, Pooter, me, and a soon-to-be-born Ladybug)


After the judge excused Jeremy and then me from the witness stand, having made certain this was what all parties wanted, he said some nice words about the happy occasion, and asked Jeremy again if he was sure he wanted to adopt Pooter. Jeremy did not answer with the customary, "Yes, sir," but instead he said, "Absolutely."
The judge may have rapped his gavel on the bench, or I may have made that part up, but one thing I remember clearly is the voice of my barely-2-years-old son asking loudly, "Is it all done, Daddy?"

His father answered, "Yes, baby, it is done."






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8 comments:

  1. how wonderful! you made me tear up!

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  2. Oh wow. I didn't know that! Your story really touched me. That's so amazing! I was adopted as well. Stories like these always make me happy.

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  3. Oh heaven's to betsy that is a precious story that gives me warm fuzzies!

    how special!!

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  4. I love this post. Your family is so special. I will call you soon, promise. I haven't forgotten! :)

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  5. Way late on this one - but I was adopted by my step-dad too, after my biological dad left our family. What a wonderful affirmation it was to my 12 year old heart to be 'chosen.' So glad for your boy that he has that too...

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  6. the BEST feeling in the world is when the judge says, it's all legal now. bless you all!

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  7. Way late on this one - but I was adopted by my step-dad too, after my biological dad left our family. What a wonderful affirmation it was to my 12 year old heart to be 'chosen.' So glad for your boy that he has that too...

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  8. Oh wow. I didn't know that! Your story really touched me. That's so amazing! I was adopted as well. Stories like these always make me happy.

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