This morning at 5:30 am I donned my fall running gear to go running one last time before I take on the monster of a half marathon this weekend. With the shortening of the days I have had to modify my training runs from a beautiful course that took me along a scenic canal to running laps around our local park. Not as pretty but safer being that it is lighted.
As I ran this morning I noticed the local paper dispensory along side the path. Usually I don't hardly give it a glance but like any good voter living in what was considered a swing state I was dying to know the results of yesterday's midterm elections. While I expected that the results of the Bennett v. Buck Senatorial race would be splashed on the front page I saw instead that the judge that had finalized our adoption earlier this year had been removed from his seat. Not for adoption reasons. He is a judge for the juvenile court system. Adoption is only a small portion of what he does on a daily basis. But for some reason I immediately stopped running and began to cry. I cried because I really liked him. He was very respectful of the gravity of his ruling that day. I cried because I felt like a part of my son's history had been lost. I cried because I've found that in adoption when we get in the in the trenches together, no matter for how brief a time, we develop deep bonds and once you've become a member of my adoption "circle of trust" I'll remain loyal for life.
Adoption Ain't For Sissies: “We read to know we’re not alone.” ~ C.S. Lewis
2 comments:
Wow! Congrats on preparing to run a half marathon! That's very impressive!!! :-)
Not so funny, I get your feelings on being in the trenches with someone.......I'm sorry.
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