I am 19 again and safely delivered of a healthy baby girl. It is 1971. Scared, ashamed and determined, the infant known only through a pane of glass.
Adoption is the best I can do for her life and mine.
1992 and I meet Melanie. We stare in wonder. The hopes and fears of all the years are met in that moment. Ready to discover the missing, to be reassured that all is well, for the longest time.
2014 we are extended family. I am overjoyed. I go to stay for the first time. I falter but revive with a song from Tenth Avenue North, as if hearing the voice of God,
“You are more … than the choices that you’ve made, than the sum of your past mistakes, than the problems you create, you’ve been remade.”
My husband finds the lyrics on the iPad. Melanie and her husband play guitar while she and I sing together.