Our Journey Through Adoption and the Meaning of True Family

After years of infertility, bringing three-year-old Sam home felt like a miracle I had waited my entire adult life to receive. He had ocean-blue eyes and a quiet gentleness that instantly filled the empty spaces in my heart. The long adoption process—paperwork, interviews, and sleepless nights filled with hope—had finally led us here.

On the drive home from the agency, Sam clutched a stuffed elephant while softly humming to himself, and I kept glancing back at him, hardly believing he was real. For the first time in years, our house felt like it was finally becoming a home. That sense of peace shattered unexpectedly that evening.

My husband, Mark, had offered to give Sam his first bath while I prepared his room.

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