Here’s the truth: there is no typical week. Ever.
This particular (not quite) two week-spread comes close, but right smack dab in the middle we have Phin’s Gotcha Day. Now, I can’t speak for every other adoptive Momma on the planet, but to me … well, that Gotcha Day is right up there with the boy’s birthday. I can still tell you how it felt to parade out of that mall (yes, I said mall) with my boy on my hip, his face smeared with ketchup and his legs thumping my side with every step. I remember holding him on my lap at home, memorizing the soft skin at the back of his neck. I remember handing him Cheerios and trying to elicit a smile. It was a good day. A very good day.
To celebrate, we’ll be enjoying an old-fashioned icebox cake. If you have never tried one, you really should. They are super simple to make, and so yummy. Phin’s favorite has strawberries in it. I’ll assemble it the night before to make sure that the flavors have the chance to mingle. Meanwhile, my own thoughts will be mingling … looking back over the past six years … wondering what the next six hold … and feeling very grateful indeed to have been given the chance to mother a very special blue-eyed boy.