On this date over 30 years ago, I walked into a court room -- along with my father, his new wife, Mary, and my ten siblings. I remember the judge being nice and even commenting on my outfit -- I was four years old and still remember this (some things like vanity never change).
That day, Mary adopted all eleven of us. Or, I guess you could say we adopted her. Eleven kids between the ages of four and 19. And yes, she is a bit crazy to do that.
I'm not sure what would've happened to our family had my dad not remarried. But because of her, I was able to grow up in a stable home -- well, as stable as it can be with eleven (then two more) crazy kids -- with security, consistency, and many happy memories.
While I don't see ten siblings following Lucy in adoption, I hope she can look back decades from now and see how much we loved her before we even knew her. And, although she will always have the loss of her birth parents, feel that she's lived a happy and fulfilled life. Because I know I have.