Adoption in Our Lives
Both of us were raised by loving step-parents who made a lasting impact on our lives. Because of that, it feels natural to imagine loving an adopted child just as deeply as we were loved by the parents who, in many ways, “chose” us.
While we haven’t adopted ourselves, adoption has touched our lives. (And not just through our rescue dogs—though we do adore them.) Elizabeth’s aunt Martha adopted her daughter, Rebecca, because she wanted a child of her own.
Rebecca was Elizabeth’s cousin and childhood best friend. We made countless memories growing up, and today, she remains one of Elizabeth’s closest friends. Though we live far apart, we talk often and visit yearly. She was never “adopted”—just family.
