Standing in my kitchen, I was greeted this morning by the sweet, soft voice of my eight-year old daughter: “Happy adoption day, Dad.” It was still early and I hadn’t yet woken up enough to realize the significance of the day. I can’t think of a more beautiful way to be greeted than by my adopted daughter recognizing the significance of my own adoption. My daughter and I share a uniquely special bond. A bond that really transcends words, but a bond that I feel compelled to write about today.

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