Ethan is ten weeks old today. Ten weeks. It seems like a lifetime ago that he came into our lives, and just yesterday at the same time. It’s still so crazy, thinking back on our time in Florida and all we went through these past few months since learning we were chosen to parent him. He’s growing and changing so much – it’s incredible. But tens weeks has me a bit emotional. I feel twelve weeks, and my return to work, steadily creeping up on us. And then I find it a bit hard to swallow the lump in my throat. I have dreamed of being a mother for as long as I can remember. I have wondered for years what it would feel like to hold a baby of my own in my arms. To snuggle a soft head against my cheek. To see a big toothless smile and coo just for me. To stumble around at night warming bottles and changing diapers. To sing quiet songs and whisper prayers of thanksgiving while rocking my sleeping baby. I daydreamed and fantasized and wondered what it would b...