My Cooper came home in November of 2007. Thanksgiving that year was amazing, full of family, love and joy at this new arrival. My dad, who had been very sick for several years, had a great day, and was so excited to meet his grandson, who was just ten weeks old. My dad died just five weeks later.
Cooper with Grandpa & Gram on Day 1
Fast forward to September of 2008. I was preparing to sign adoption papers, to finalize Cooper’s adoption. The attorney called me to set up a time for the court finalization. The day it would all be official. No more court dates. No more Social Worker visits. No more sitting on pins and needles waiting, hoping, praying. She told me I could request a date that would work for us, or that was significant to me. Her exact words were, “If you wanted, say, October 2, we could ask for that.” My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my face get hot, as tears filled my eyes.
October 2 was my dad’s birthday.
My dad and me on his birthday10 years ago.
I slowly asked her why she mentioned that date. She told me it was her son’s birthday. I said, “That’s the day I want. That was my dad’s birthday and he died shortly after meeting Cooper.”
The Attorney was quiet for a moment, then said, “I’ll do everything I can to request that date.”
Grandpa & Cooper watching Ducks Hockey
A few weeks later, I received a letter in the mail, stating that our court date was indeed scheduled for October 2. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. This would be the first birthday since he died, and what could have been a day to mourn, became a day to dance. I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to honor my dad.
On October 2, I cried again, as the judge said that he was mine. Forever mine. I cried happy tears for us, and for my dad, who I know was with us that day. We’ll celebrate that day every year, and it will not only be about how we became a family, but about sharing with Cooper about his Grandpa, and how much he loved him.
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die…a time to mourn and a time to dance…” Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
I hope you enjoyed my emotional little Walk down Memory Lane. Be sure to visit The Goodwin Family blog and see what others are sharing for Wednesday’s Walk.
Kristin Maxwell is the creator and main recipe developer, writer, and photographer of Yellow Bliss Road. A self-taught cook and self-appointed foodie, she specializes in easy, flavorful and approachable recipes for any home cook.