Eventually hope was eroded to a shadow. By the time the waiting and disappointments of the adoption process finally ended with our son placed in our arms, I no longer had to ask myself if delight had been extinguished within us. We radiated joy. That boy who celebrated his first birthday under the gaze of our misery is now a teenager. We have been out of touch with his parents, now divorced from each other, for years.
Life moves on.
No, we were too busy running the video camera and keeping their fingers out of the cake. Chris Intagliata is a writer living in the Washington, D.C. area with her husband and two children. She is an active volunteer with The Barker Foundation Adoption Services. This information provided by Child of My Dreams Resource Center . All rights reserved.