I found myself staring at her; taking in her every detail. Her sweet face, those beautiful eyes, her hands and just how big they're getting, her hair, that smile. I find myself doing that more and more these days. But this time was different. As I looked at her right then- it took me back to when we first met her birth mom. During those moments of savoring every detail, I saw past Emmarie; I saw her birth mom. So many days my heart aches with the desire to know her more; to truly be friends. To meet up for lunch, or coffee- to have a play date at the park, where Emmarie and her birth siblings play, while we sit and chat and watch them explore, and have fun together. How differently these thoughts are now that Emmarie is in our lives. Before Emmarie, we were scared of open adoption. We were fearful of knowing her. Would she try to take her away from us? Would she want to know too much? Would we hear from her every day? Would that communication/relationship interfere...
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