Last night as I put Edgar to bed, he hugged me and kissed me and said the words that only an adoptive mother gets to hear:
“Mommy, I love you so much. I wish I grew in your belly.”
And I got to say the words that only an adoptive mother can say:
“You may not have grown in my belly, but, rest assured, you grew in my heart.”
And his response, as only Edgar can utter oh-so-dreamily:
“That is SO cool . . .”
You don’t get many perfect moments in life . . . but this was one if ever there were one.