Dear Little Man,
Me with a masters. You with a kindergarten diploma.
Me with a lot of debt (worth it). You with a big, bright future, and a “Class of 2028” banner.
Six years ago when I imagined what this adoption might be like, I always dreamed of sharing things with you – stories, love, art, words, pictures, difficulties, experiences, fun, happiness, life in all its messy glory.
What a dream it was (and is) to share excitement and accomplishments as well.
I’m so, so proud of you. We are, quite obviously, the Dream Team.
I love you so much.