More Significant Dates

In examining my calendars and journals I have found more significant events that happened on the same dates:

Feb. 27, 1995, twenty years ago, is the day that I started bleeding and was put on bed rest.

Feb. 27, 2002, seven years later, my youngest son, who we adopted a little over a year later, was born.

March 8, 1995, twenty years ago, was when I was hospitalized for the high risk pregnancy.

March 8, 2003, eight years later, my children met their soon-to-be brother and his birth family for the first time and the sight of the three of them adoring him confirmed for his birth parents that we were the right family for him. This was also the scene of the bravest thing I have ever said. Birthmom proposed that we gradually transition the baby into our home with regular visits over a period of months. I said, "No, I can't do that. If I am going to be his mother, I want that to start as soon as possible."