When I was little – and I mean, elementary school small – I wrote on a scrap of paper, tucked behind a photo in an old frame, “I want to get married. I want to have two kids and adopt one kid.” I never really thought about it again, honestly, until we started trying for a baby. And then after we had a baby, I realized this was a thing I still wanted. Had always wanted.
I didn’t know if my husband would want the same thing. So I asked him.
He wasn’t sure at first, but once he wrapped his head around it, he was resolved to make it happen.
This tiny dream in my heart became a team effort, and then a family affair, and then next thing I knew we had officially applied to the province.
Step one, done.