As I'm putting on my "fancy clothes" as Eliot calls them, the sound of Russ' footsteps into Dez's nursery comes into our room through the monitor.
"Good morning, son"
That identity became official today.
We walked into the court room and sat in the seats provided. The lawyers and judge did their usual spiel. We answered when appropriate, we listened when appropriate.
I could feel it coming. Like a wedding day when you're waiting for those specific words that bind you forever.
Everyone had done their assigned roles. It was coming. The judge paused.
"I have one more question."
I sat up a little straighter.
"Eliot, what do you think about this?" Eliot turned around, shyly not answering the judge.
"Eliot, is Dez a good little brother?" Still nothing.
"Well, do you want to keep him?" Eliot turned quickly back around to her and said, "YES!"
"Well, in that case, this adoption is final."
It didn't take more than 20 minutes to change our lives.
Fuzzy but hilarious. (Kinda like all three boys in my house?)
"There is not a more poignant picture of the gospel than adoption. Today the court ordered that Desmond now has a new name, and the full rights of a natural born son - including our protection, provision and even an inheritance. Thank you, Jesus." --Russ's fb status.