Three years ago, my husband and I began the long journey of adopting our son, Cooper, from Rwanda. It was a lengthy, costly journey to fill that bed with our child. In May of 2011, a picture showed up in our inbox. It was the first sight of our son. It was one of the best days of our lives, because for a year and a half we had been fighting to get this child. And on that day he was finally ours.
For nearly four years that little boy watched almost every one of his friends leave with moms and dads, but no one came for him. The day I saw the picture I wondered if he knew—I wondered if he knew he finally had a mom and a dad—that he finally had a family.
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