At 10:30 this morning, Samuel Myles got a new last name! He is forever a Kratzer. When I was on the witness stand this morning in family court, our lawyer asked me, "Do you understand that this will be as if you gave birth to him?" I nodded so hard I forgot to say anything, and court reporters have a hard time recording nods.
After a very brief hearing, the judge---who spends most of his day on custody cases and was probably elated to have an adoption on his docket---let us take pictures with him! The police officer and court reporter both came over and held him. I'll get those pics up soon.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
The Final Hearing
Next week, the Kratzers will get all gussied up to stand before a family court judge in South Carolina for our final adoption hearing. When we walk out, it will be with Samuel Myles Kratzer, whose legal status will be the same as if I had given birth to him.
Samuel turned four months old on September 2, and he is a character----a flirt who likes to hum as he falls asleep, who goes crazy when he sees the Orioles logo, and who prefers to be upside down whenever possible. He likes green beans, peas, and bananas, but sweet potatoes, not so much. He's a morning person, waking up around 6:00 every morning with a huge smile, expecting a dog lick or two before he gets his bottle. He spends his week days with one of his girlfriends, Stacey or Alyse.
Every few days, one of us will turn to the other and say with amazement, "Hey. You have a son." Next week, a judge will say it and simply confirm what the God of the Universe determined long ago. Thank you, Father.
Samuel turned four months old on September 2, and he is a character----a flirt who likes to hum as he falls asleep, who goes crazy when he sees the Orioles logo, and who prefers to be upside down whenever possible. He likes green beans, peas, and bananas, but sweet potatoes, not so much. He's a morning person, waking up around 6:00 every morning with a huge smile, expecting a dog lick or two before he gets his bottle. He spends his week days with one of his girlfriends, Stacey or Alyse.
Every few days, one of us will turn to the other and say with amazement, "Hey. You have a son." Next week, a judge will say it and simply confirm what the God of the Universe determined long ago. Thank you, Father.
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