Last night our friend Roy gave Sam a line up for picture day.
I still fret and wonder about what his birth mother will infer when she looks at the school picture each year.
I want her to approve of his style, smile, hair, and overall presence.
I want to reassure her that he is loved, beyond fine, healthy, thriving, fashionable, provided for, self confident, and happy.
I want her to look at his picture and know that she made the right choice.
A nice line up isn’t going to have that effect on her.
I’d do anything I could if I thought it might.
Of course my job is to know that she did.