This was a tough one. Mama spoke about the rift with my family which is still an open, weeping wound two years later. So, in an attempt for some independent thought and instead of angry, I went with sad.
This is a picture taken the weekend before we brought Baby D back to her Bio-Mom. We brought her to the beach and let her play in the sand. She was sitting up by herself--a new milestone, played with the sand and picked up shells and sticks. It makes me sad. Sad because I worry about her and her Mom's ability to meet her needs. Sad because I know we could have been so good for her, that we would have been able to manage her medical and developmental needs and capitalize on her strengths. Sad because I miss her.