When I was young, my father's company collected "Warm Fuzzies". They are tiny balls of fluff with big eyes and feet, and they typically have an attached satin ribbon bearing words of wisdom. Dad's had company slogans, but most often they came with encouraging statements. They were supposed to be a visual representation of the feeling you get from happy thoughts. I know...I'm kind of beating a metaphor here.
Anyway, today we took one of our furkids to the vet and while there the subject of our adoption came up. Our vet was unabashedly happy for us. I mean it was kind of surprising just how happy he was at hearing the news. Maybe it's because of our very real love for our cats, but he told us over and over how we are going to make "wonderful parents." You might think that wouldn't be an overly moving sentiment coming from our veterinarian. (Then again, if you think that, you don't know us very well.) This man knows how much we cherish our boys. They are our family. So to hear his excitement meant an awful lot to us. (Plus he offered advice as he and his wife just had their first baby last year!)
Now I'm thinking of those Warm Fuzzies and how lately we are feeling so very much that way. We gets words of support, love and encouragement. We have people in our life whom we haven't even known that long, treating us like their very own. We are all family. Biology is no indicator of closeness. We are living that now, and when our baby is in our arms, we will know it in a new and miraculous way.
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