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I had no idea how much the events of February 7, 2012 would change my life

There was nothing particularly special about February 7, 2012 when it happened. At least I didn't think it was particularly special. I had a client meeting and a call with a potential client on my schedule, which means I also was doing a fair amount of writing that day.

Gladys and I had stopped the fertility treatments a few months before, and decided that adoption would be the way we would grow our family. It would be another month before we would walk through the doors of Catholic Social Services of Wayne County for the first time, there to take our classes to become foster parents with the intention of adopting.

Two years later, I find that day to be one of the most important days of my life. Little did we know it, but the little girl who would soon capture our hearts, and become our daughter, was born.

It is incredible to think about how much The Kid has changed since her first birthday. She took her first unassisted steps a few weeks afterward, and hasn't stopped running since. She sings a lot during car rides now, which helps me forget the occasional rough day at work. She has a great imagination, and loves to cook pretend food for all of her friends at daycare. Her vocabulary as exploded, and the words she knows, she uses intentionally. A feisty streak has emerged as well, which I enjoy when we're arguing over what is a bus and what is a truck.

I also enjoy thinking about the things that haven't changed. She's still apprehensive about people she doesn't know, until she is sure they are okay. She still hesitates when trying something new, and if she discovers she likes the new experience, goes after it again with gusto. She still eats an inconceivable variety and amount of food. She still lets me sing my little song to her, but only when she's ready for night-night.

Two years ago, I was hoping that someday soon, I would have a child of my own to celebrate a second birthday with. I am amazed, and grateful, that our whirlwind adoption process happened the way it did so I could realize that wish.

Happy second birthday to The Kid! May we enjoy many, many more as we all grow as a family!

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