Four years ago today we stood before a judge who declared Jackson legally part of the Miller family. It was all formality, of course, but I knew that boy was mine from the moment I saw him through the nursery window. And though Jackson still doesn’t understand what “adoption” means, much less the significance of this day, he’ll be thrilled tonight when I let him choose what we’re having for dinner.
This photo was taken Friday afternoon while in the car pick-up line outside Jeremy’s school. It is in this arrangement – me in the driver’s seat and him behind me – that we have some of our most serious conversations. Topics range from “Can I watch WALL-E?” and “Can we listen to The Killers?” to “What’s your favorite color?” and “I didn’t get in trouble today!”
Happy Adoption Day, Jackson! There is no one like you, and that’s just fine with me.