National Adoption Day

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Yesterday was Husband's last day at his job.  It was bittersweet; his coworkers wished him well and told him he would always be part of the team.  I intended to join him for this final hurrah, but I found myself unable to get out of the car without bursting into tears.  I felt so silly -- in some ways I was taking this a lot harder than the person to whom this was actually happening.  But every time I thought about this unexpected situation we were in I found myself scared to lose the family we'd never had to start.

The good news is that Husband has quickly found new footing.  After sending out numerous resumes and applications he got back in touch with a previous employer, who enthusiastically offered to bring him back on board.  The hours will be decent, the pay will be a plus, and it won't take long for him to get back into the swing of things.

The timing is auspicious -- his new start comes during National Adoption Month.  Today, in fact, is National Adoption Day.  It seems like an apt time for this change in course.  Despite our fears just a few weeks ago it seems all is not lost.  It will take us a little longer than we hoped, but we can now renew our commitment to remain on this adoption journey.  We aren't ready to shout our plans from the rooftop just yet; I suppose there's still an underlying fear that another boulder will roll right onto our path.  It just doesn't feel like we can officially commemorate this time just yet; we've come so far, yet we still have even farther to go.  This doesn't yet feel like a month for us, like we haven't earned the right to claim the title or wear the t-shirt.  Today isn't ours to claim, yet it's ours to look to for inspiration.  This year we won't get to celebrate.  However, we hope that by the next National Adoption Month we will have our own story to share so that instead of looking to others for hope we can pay it forward and offer it ourselves.

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