Today was Ashley's adoption anniversary. We celebrate the date the actual adoption took place.
There are other dates we could celebrate.
The day we met her or the day she moved in.
We've chosen to celebrate the date we went to court and made it official.
Some families might celebrate all those days. They are all memorable and important, but I've got three kids. We already celebrate their birthdays and their adoption anniversaries. If I added those other days we'd be celebrating 4 special days per year per kid, 12 days.
I just can't do it. Even with celebrating 6 it feels like they pop up all the time.
It doesn't mean those days weren't special. They were. I remember them like they were yesterday and a hundred years ago all at the same time.
She was ten. Hannah and I had driven a long way to meet her. It was three days before Christmas. We spent the next four days with her. We drove home on Christmas Day. It was possibly the worst Christmas ever. Just keeping it real.
Two days later they flew her to us. We picked her up at the airport. Seven months later, she was officially ours. Life has never been the same.
We are so thankful.
We don't do anything big. She's picks a restaurant for lunch and I add a charm to her charm bracelet. They each have one. Their gift from me on their adoption day. It's something they look forward to. This year it was a snowflake to commemorate the year they spent up north.
Every day with Ashley is special, but today we celebrated the day she took my name. It fits her well. I'm so glad she's mine.