Happy Glass Half Full Day

The anniversary of Asher and Levi’s adoption came and went without any fanfare last week. If it weren’t for the recurring event in my calendar, I would not have remembered. I’m confident that Gabriella is not bothered about missing the date, either. Laws are such funny things, you know? I mean, the Earth doesn’t care where governments claim national borders exist. And, it’s only the law of the day that says that a man who has married and divorced three times and has fathered 7 kids between the three ex-wives is more legitimate than two women who have lived together for 18 years and have 2 children together. And our children certainly did not give a rat’s ass what the law said about the woman who scooped them up fresh out of the oven and loved them immediately and unconditionally.

It was a happy day, I suppose, though Levi was a hungry 4 month old, and I was a sleep-deprived, lactating milk machine seeping through my nursing pads and nursing bras to create sopping wet boob art.

How many of you are looking for my boob right now?

It was a happy day though Asher was a high-maintenance 3-year old who found the hours of waiting for our 5 minute meeting with the judge to be excruciatingly boring and did his best to let us know. Why hadn’t you created the iPad, yet, Steve Jobs? I shake my fist at your plodding genius. iPlod. Hmm.

It was a happy day though no matter which adorable outfit we chose for Levi, we could not disguise the fact that he was a goofy looking baby. As was Asher. As was I.

My father was a photographer in his down time. He built a dark room in our basement and used to develop all the photos he took. I don’t have many of the gazillions of baby pictures he took of me, but I do have a couple that I will share with you to prove my point. Funny looking.

I remember saying to my mother when I saw this particular collection, “Wow. I was NOT a cute baby.” And she replied, and I can’t blame her, “Deborah, you had such personality!” A face only a mother could love? Not even. It was my expressions that endeared myself to her, for a while anyway.

It was a happy day though it served more of a reminder that we gays have to spend a pretty penny and jump through hoops and think of lots of other clichés that demonstrate everything we have to do just to protect our families.

So was it really a happy day? It was, actually. We have a long way to go, but we’re happy for the milestones our plodding government has made so far. We’re happy that we were able to make babies and happy that we can legally protect ourselves. And we’re happy that our children get better looking with age. Well, Levi is still pretty goofy looking, but he’s got such personality!