As I mentioned in an earlier post, we recently met with Max's birthmom {L} and birthfather {S}.
We have met with L six times since Max has been born and this was the first time that I wasn't nervous before getting together with her. I'm no longer wondering whether or not she thinks I'm a good mom to Max. I know in my heart that I'm doing the best job I can {with the Lord's help} and I've had the sweet gift of her telling me what a great job both Wes and I are doing.
I will say that I was nervous how Max would respond to L and S. He's going through a "stranger-danger" stage right now, and although they definitely aren't strangers, we haven't seen them since last November.
I had nothing to worry about. The loaf of bread won Max over...
I often wonder if he recognizes something familiar about her too. I so wish I could get inside his brain...

We were thankful that we got to spend some time with S during this meeting.
After a visit, I always have a wide range of emotions...
I'm humbled as I'm reminded what a gift we were given when L chose us to be Max's parents. Seeing the people that gave you that gift, face to face, allows you to never take that gift for granted.
I'm overwhelmed. As Max gets older and begins to have questions, I wonder how we will answer him. I don't know what those questions will be, but I do know that we can trust God that he will guide us in each and every conversation we have with Max.
Right now, we talk about his story, even if he doesn't understand everything. It's good practice for us. Although adoption doesn't define who he is, it is one special part of who he is.
I'm happy and thankful that we get to make special memories with his birth family.
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These two ducks clearly have had enough.

