Her middle name is a family name her birthmother chose and it’s my mother’s and grandmother’s name, too.

Her birthmother and I both got yelled at in childhood for reading too much and exhorted to go outside and play “like a normal kid.”

Those are a few of ours.

This is fun!

: )

We had some finacial issues; a bank who had promised money backed out at the last minute, so we were unable to accept our first referral. (Heartbreaking, but we wouldn’t have our Hannah if that hadn’t happened.) We got the money together and re-activated our dossier on August 28. Hannah was born on August 29. That’s really the big one for us. We received her information the day before my father-in-law’s birthday, and received an additional picture on my birthday. We traveled to get her over Valentine’s day.

I still browse photolistings (even though I know they’re evil), and sometimes when I see a baby who was born on my birthday, or one who has my father’s name, I’ll think, “Is this meant to be? Should we adopt this one?” Not that we have the money for another adoption anyway, but I wish we did.

Here are ours-
Mallory was born on my birthday.
Keith and Bert rode the same kind of obscure bike and had the same glasses and were reading the same books.
We were told we were “chosen” on the 6th anniv. of the day we met, the 5th anniv of our wedding and 3 years to the day we found out we were pregnant for the first time.

When Mason’s bmom became pregnant, we all knew it wasn’t a good thing. I told my best friend then, “One day I will end up raising that baby.”

When he was born they were going to name him something I couldn’t stand. I kept it to myself, he wasn’t my kid. They changed their mind and named him Mason. Mason was the name Bert and I had for a boy on every pg we lost, but we never told anybody.