Monday, December 5, 2011
This morning we all woke up bright and early, put on our nice threads, packed Layla and her bag, and drove up 385 to Greenville. Normally, I'd be at work and Ryan and Layla would be sleeping in. Today was different, special. Today Layla went from officially being an orphan to our daughter. Anyone who knows us well knows that Layla was never an orphan and she was never anything but our precious baby girl. However, according to the law, we were merely her guardians. A lot of people have asked me about our Adoption Day this past week. I played it cool and tried to make it seem like I wasn't at all emotional, worried, or excited about it. After all, the hearing we had today was merely a formality. I didn't realize how much of a burden it actually was not knowing if you would be seen as good enough parents or if some random person would come take your daughter away at any moment. But on this glorious day, in God's perfect timing, that weight was lifted and I got to look at my chubby cheeked little girl who I so desperately love as my own, officially. So from now on, THIS day, December 5, 2011, will be burned in my heart and mind forever as our family's Adoption Day, and one of the best days of my life.