The morning was early and a bit rushed; the boys a little cranky.
The court room smelled musty, but there was an awe all the same. The judge asked us a series of questions, most of which left me choked up. I held Ty, while LJ snuggled and schmoozed Ben. The judge watched them for a few minutes and was, outwardly, touched by their interaction. Our case worker gave a teary affirmation toward our adoption and the judge answered with an, equally, teary declaration that the state found it within the best interest of "the child" to remain in our family.
The part that gets me every time is when the judge says, "It will be as if this child was born to you..."
It's not that I need the confirmation; I don't. But, the weight of those words fit the love in my heart. I love both of my sons as if they were born to me....and they weren't.
I love them because God loves them. I love them because they enrich my life in every way.
The judge gave the boys lollipops and allowed them to practice with the gavel.
We had a celebratory breakfast with our loved ones and followed it up with a family nap! The sweetest moment of the entire day was not swearing in or standing before the judge...It came at bedtime. When I kissed LJ's head, tucked his covers tight, and told him that he would be in our family forever, there was an assurance that didn't exist before.
I love my family and what God is doing through us.