Tears of joy.
I wanted to be strong and persuasive. I wanted to stand tall, surrounded by my children, convincing all present that I was indeed the best choice.
I wanted my skills, my achievements, my committment and dedication to shine forth.
But all that came were tears of joy - as always happens when I talk about my children and how blessed I feel.
Then the judge cried with me and a new family was born.
Perhaps my strength has always been in those tears.
How beautiful... I am so happy for you & your family!
ReplyDelete"Perhaps my strength has always been in those tears."
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice thought. And I hope you're right. Because I, too, tend to tear up (a lot) when it comes to discussing my children. Perhaps not exactly for the same reasons as you but...
:-)
ReplyDeleteone of these days I really hope I will get to meet you face-to-face.