Last Monday was Isabella's Gotcha Day. I can't believe it has been 6 years since the woman at the US Embassy asked me if I would adopt her if she was in the United States, and I replied "Yes, in a New York minute". What a time to quote Bill Bonds. Then with a click of her stamp we were a family...forever.
This year Isabella has been interested in her Birthmother. I showed her the one picture of her I have with her holding Isabella. We had a few discussions about what a brave thing she did by allowing me to adopt Isabella. I think Isabella "gets" about 60% of these discussions.
I've always said Isabella looks like my Dad. Not so much anymore. She has his sense of timeliness-God help me. I know there are people who think she looks like me, but really she looks somewhat like her birthmother. All I really know is that I adore those big brown eyes, those amazing eyelashes and that laugh. I've never met anyone who likes to be tickled before in my life. But she sure does.
Tonight I told her the story about what we did 6 years ago today. We went to Church (she had a little sailor outfit on complete with hat) and all the ladies in the back 2 pews made eyes at her. We went to the scrapbook store so I could show her off to all my friends. And we went to the Art Gallery Doris and Gary Galvin used to own. Gary's Dad and my Dad were best friends. Gary cried when he saw her; I was overwhelmed with his response.
But yet I understand. There are moments I look at her and I just want to cry. I just can't believe it is my responsiblity to raise this amazing child. And I am thankful, I will be forever thankful to the woman who gave birth to my baby and made the ultimate sacrifice to not be her mother.