Today I went to Portland to be with my family as my brother-in-law and sister-in-law attended the final court hearing in the adoption of their son, Jonathan. Each time we are together, I realize how lucky we are as a family. We all get along. We all have stable marriages. All of the kids grew up (or are growing up) normal, healthy, intelligent kids (don't let it go to your heads!). The hearing was sandwiched between the hearings for several young kids who were being tried for theft, burgulary and criminal mischief. The judge was gregarious and seemed to really enjoy herself. She seemed amazed that we would drive up from Eugene (110 miles) and that Grandma would fly over from Boise, for this simple, push the paper kind of proceedure that many adoptive parents don't even attend. She asked the cousins if they thought it was a good idea for her to allow Jonathan to be adopted. She asked Jonathan if he wanted to be adopted (he actually kind of answered her....kind of surprised her). And she asked Beth and Jan-Willem if they really wanted to adopt this child. I'm sure those are common questions she asks of each party in a case, but I got the feeling that she was doing it more for posterity's sake. She already could see the answer in the room full of people.
Welcome Jonathan to the Waggoner/Beldman clan. You are one lucky little boy, and we love you!
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