Later today my son and I will slip away to the local courthouse and witness the creating of new families as judges finalize adoptions for local families. My son always wants to attend the annual event. He claimed it was for the teddy bears years ago, now he says, “The food is good!”

Our son came to us through the magic of adoption and I know in every fiber of my soul he was meant to be in our family.  I do not believe in “one true romantic love” – a fairy tale for sure – but I believe that somehow our children are destined to be ours.

We flew thousands of miles to meet him and bring him home and answered almost as many questions for the “Oh, Lord, am I worthy?” home study in the year before. We laughed a lot as we made our way through the process of people asking almost every question imaginable of our lives. “We don’t smoke…we do pay our taxes…have jobs…pay the mortgage… we are not HIV+… have no criminal history…have friends…yes, we occasionally fight, and we do resolve our differences…” The inquisition was endless.

And then that baby was placed in my arms.

Adoptive parents know the truth:  the journey provides magic that is unmatched. And when people say our son is lucky, we immediately correct them: we are profoundly blessed to be his parents. We know a kind of magic that few ever experience.

Random luck? Hardly…As writer Anne Lamott claims: “God can be such a show-off!”

Love to you, Alex...and all families celebrating our special day. xoxox

(S-R archives photo: Randy and Trish King wait in the hallway of the Spokane County Courthouse to finalize the adoption of 2-year-old Connor on Friday, Nov. 19, 2010.)

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