Do you know of anyone who has had the privilege to adopt a child? My husband and I were definitely blessed with that privilege fourteen years ago when we adopted our daughter, Megan. This weekend, we were asked to participate in the celebration of a new addition to our friend's family. Their daughter and son-in-law adopted a seven-year-old boy named Joey and their invitation read; "a child makes love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, the home happier, the past forgotten and the future worth living."
             We were so happy to be a part of this celebration. We knew first hand how elated Tom and Linda were in finally having a child and we also knew what they went through to get him. During the year and a half of fulfilling all the prerequisites required to adopt through the county, disappointments became almost commonplace. Picking a child only to have him or her adopted out because they had not yet completed their requirements was the hardest and most difficult disappointment. Then came David, everything they had gone through, everything they prepared for was worth it, they knew deep in their hearts David was going to be their son.
             They had only had David for a month before their get-together, so for many of us it was the first time in meeting him and for him meeting us. Seeing everyone and watching the instant love and affection for this little boy reminded me of bringing Megan home and how we felt, deliriously happy and relieved! I was thinking how fortunate they all were, as we were, not so long ago. Megan, knowing me very well, figured out why I kept hugging her all day long and accused me of being a mush pot!
             Little David was taking it all in, he was having a ball! He seemed like he's been there forever, I was amazed at how affectionate he was with people he was seeing for the first time. There had to have been over fifty people (not including the kids) there and he wa
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