Jazzman slowly, carefully, wrapped his long arm around her tiny shoulders and pulled her gently closer to his heart. I spoke.
"Are you ok?" (nearly imperceptible nod)
"Did we do the right thing?" (again)
"Can you talk about what you're feeling?" (tiny shake, conveying "not yet.")
I began to worry that they would leave. It seemed important to me and The Attorney that the four of us stay together until she was able to feel comfortable again. We offered to take them out to eat because
My daughter is pregnant.
She has been happily reunited thanks to the USPS and phone with her birth mother.
She is more deeply connected with us than ever.
I am fulfilled. And at peace. And thrilled.
...to be continued...