Something I Didn't Expect

The last time I had a Roo visit, I knew it would be my last for a while. And I was okay with it, for the most part, or as okay as I was going to get. I knew I'd miss Roo, and that it would be hard not to have visits as often, and that I would look forward every day to the next time I got to see her.

I expected all that, and for the most part that's what has happened. But lately I've realized something else, something I didn't expect at all: I miss P and M. Not seeing Roo means I haven't seen them, either. I saw them both at the adoption academy in April, and it was so nice! I hadn't realized how much I missed them until I saw them there. And a few weeks ago I realized I miss them again. Yes, I'll be happy to see the world's cutest baby and take a million pictures of her and kiss her chubby little cheeks and marvel at how she's grown. But I'm also looking forward to seeing her parents and talking to them, and watching them be Roo's parents.

When I met them, as I've mentioned before, I liked them almost instantly. They were the first couple I'd met where I really, truly thought, Oh! Infertility is so unfair! I knew they were Roo's parents, but more than that I wanted them to be Roo's parents. I wanted to see them have two little kids instead of just one, and I wanted to see them have a happy little family.

At the first visit I had after placement, I knew Roo was where she belonged. I could just feel it. I knew I'd made her the happiest girl in the world (even if she wasn't quite old enough to appreciate her unofficial title). It did me so much good to see that. And it still does ... and I love seeing how well P and M are suited to their job as the parents of two darling little sisters. Their children mean the world to them, and that means the world to me.

I miss them! I can't wait to see them soon.