Day 1: The doorbell rang and when I opened it, there you were, a beautiful three-year-old little princess who was barely 34 inches tall. You had a small white stuffed animal kitty tucked underneath your left arm, a thumb stuck tight in your mouth, and on top of your head was a pigtail that looked like a palm tree. Your smile warmed my heart as I said hello and showed you the room you would be sleeping in for the next 30 days. Little did anyone know that the 30 days would turn into 90 days and 90 days would soon turn into 180 days and 180 days would somehow turn into 1,273.
So much has happened between day 1 and day 1,273. So many fun memories that include three birthday parties, two vacations, and your first day of school,. I will never forget the time your toes first touched the beach and the waves nearly knocked you down. Or how your eyes lit up at your 4th birthday party when you realized all the presents were just for you.
There have been court hearings. Counseling sessions. And more court hearings. Nights when I would tuck you into bed and you would look up at me with your innocent big brown eyes and ask with a shaky voice if you could stay with us forever. It broke my heart to not be able to confidently give you the secure answer you needed. Or deserved.
I also remember the time you came home from Kindergarten and quizzed me as to why your last name was different…and when it could be the same. I stuttered and stared as I stumbled over my words. I didn’t know how to answer you, because honestly, I didn’t know when or if it would ever be. Nothing was in my control and everything seemed out of control.
But sweet baby girl, the question you have been asking, the one in which you want to know if you can live with us forever, has finally been answered. And the last name you have been begging to write at the top of your school papers can now be written. Yes, you can live with us forever. And yes, you can now tell the world your last name is Kearns.
As of July 7th, 2017, day 1,274, we are officially “Kearns—Party of 3”.
Here are a few pictures from our special day…
I want to note that while this calls for a celebration, it’s also a difficult and bittersweet time for me and my husband. Because truth be told, we can’t help but think about all the heartache and loss and pain this little girl, as well as her family, went through in order to have this day written on our calendar. It didn’t come without a price. A price I wish no child, parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle or sibling would ever have to pay.
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