That's it. I have finally dug through all the photos and cried through the blog entries. It's been nearly four years. Luna is now 10 and thriving. So much has happened, so much growth has occurred. Love is a choice way before it is a feeling. Those stories are not to be recorded, here. If I know you in real life, you know a lot of them. If I don't, then, no disrespect intended, but you haven't earned the right to know them. Luna must be protected. This blog is for her, anyway. It's a way to record her birth into our family. It may be the only birth record she ever has. I'll leave you with this, that I found in my notes:
Mid Oct/Nov 2014
“Every time I imagine our possible newest daughter, I see
her riding her bike across our driveway with her long, white-blonde hair
hanging behind her.
?
None of this makes sense. If we adopt another
little girl, I will probably want another trans-racial adoption, for various
reasons. I don’t think that I’ll want a white daughter. So, what’s up with the
blue eyes and the blonde hair?”
And, I took this photo December 20, 2019.
Y'all.
“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
-Zora Neale Hurston
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