Six months ago today, Sera became our daughter. We went from a family of two to a family of three in about an hour and a half. Our situation was very unusual in that our adoption took place immediately. There's usually a 24-hour period between receiving your child and the official adoption. That change did not even phase us. We knew Sera was our girl from the very first minute.
Sunday evening I made Sera's dinner. It wasn't fancy. I made some blueberry muffins from a mix. I heated up some English peas, and I scrambled an egg with some diced ham. As I sat in front of Sera watching her eat with gusto. I realized that nothing in my life had satisfied me as much as knowing that I'd just made food that my daughter loved. There's nothing like watching a toddler eat something she likes. The fork was tossed aside as too slow. She had a piece of muffin in one hand, while the other fist clutched a handful of peas. Those hands kept a steady rhythm releasing their contents into her eager mouth. As she started to slow down, she noticed her eggs. The fork was reclaimed; she dove in. This meal definitely ranks near the top of her favorites.