I live in my head way more than most people. I am constantly talking to myself, working through thoughts, making up stories about people. 😂 I wish I were kidding, but I'm not. I have done this for as long as I can remember. Which is probably why I love words. I love to write, even if I am not great at it. I love the way words can paint a picture or make you feel something or bring something to life. I love metaphors. I love using different experiences to relate to another experience. And I love using words to do these things,.
This weekend I got to do one of the coolest things I have ever done, I was invited to attend the adoption of a child. I have never been to an adoption hearing and upon receiving the invite I was honored and intrigued. I was able to go as I had nothing else going on that morning. I was a bit nervous as I had to navigate parking and figure out where to be. Dressed in my unicorn clothes, as they had significance for the day, I made my way to the courthouse. I arrived just in time, as the family was filing into the courtroom as soon as I stepped off the elevator.
I took a seat in the back on the bench. The judge came in and began by saying this was one the best things she did. People come in happy and they leave happier because of what she does. It's the one time a judge gets to do something that pleases everyone. That it is a most wonderful thing to be a part of, as a child gets their forever family. She proceeded to go through the process of making this child an official, legal part of this beautiful family. The child had no idea what was going on, as she was too young to grasp it, but the beauty of what I watched unfold before me was not lost on me in the moment. How lucky was I to get to sit in that courtroom on that day to see this child get her forever family? Wha an honor and privilege.
How does this relate to where I started? I love words. I can not post a photo because I am not sure the legalities of doing so. And I am not sure I can adequately find the right words to describe what I experienced that morning in that courthouse. I do not know that the child or even the family will remember that I was there years down the road. But I know I will never forget being a part.
Love comes in many forms. Families do not all look the same. These two concepts became very real for me this weekend.
This weekend I got to do one of the coolest things I have ever done, I was invited to attend the adoption of a child. I have never been to an adoption hearing and upon receiving the invite I was honored and intrigued. I was able to go as I had nothing else going on that morning. I was a bit nervous as I had to navigate parking and figure out where to be. Dressed in my unicorn clothes, as they had significance for the day, I made my way to the courthouse. I arrived just in time, as the family was filing into the courtroom as soon as I stepped off the elevator.
I took a seat in the back on the bench. The judge came in and began by saying this was one the best things she did. People come in happy and they leave happier because of what she does. It's the one time a judge gets to do something that pleases everyone. That it is a most wonderful thing to be a part of, as a child gets their forever family. She proceeded to go through the process of making this child an official, legal part of this beautiful family. The child had no idea what was going on, as she was too young to grasp it, but the beauty of what I watched unfold before me was not lost on me in the moment. How lucky was I to get to sit in that courtroom on that day to see this child get her forever family? Wha an honor and privilege.
How does this relate to where I started? I love words. I can not post a photo because I am not sure the legalities of doing so. And I am not sure I can adequately find the right words to describe what I experienced that morning in that courthouse. I do not know that the child or even the family will remember that I was there years down the road. But I know I will never forget being a part.
Love comes in many forms. Families do not all look the same. These two concepts became very real for me this weekend.
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