When I think of Our Adoption, I Feel torn.
I feel torn. I want to be happy that she is so awesome. (She is!) And that she is so loved. (She is!) And that our adoption actually WORKS. (It does!) But then I realize she would still be awesome and loved in my home. And I get sad, knowing I should still be happy. And so I teeter-totter back and forth. It's a weird place to be in, to know that you should be grateful what you have is good and works... but to still long for something else.
So, yes. I'm torn.
