The day Steve asked me to marry him and the day, a year to the day later, we got married were strong contenders, especially with our wedding anniversary being next week, but another day stood head and shoulders above. So I have finally decided on my day and my photo, and it's the one above.
This was also, having been adopted as a baby, the first time I had ever met anyone who was related to me by blood, not that I think that especially important, since blood relatives can destroy just as easily as they can cherish. But to go your whole life never knowing anyone who looks like you, or shares your genes, is rather strange when everyones else around you has at least one blood relation.
It was a day of firsts, undoubtedly; a day of love, a day of elation and joy, of exhaustion and a bit of pain. A day of strangeness, but uncanny familiarity.
But more than that, this was the day that my life changed for ever more, the day I felt the strongest maternal love effervesce like a volcano, the day that I met someone I had known for as long as I could remember, but who had as yet never existed, the day that I became 'Mummy'.
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