The Obvious Child

I met my cousin's girlfriend last night.

She was a wonderful conversationalist.

I love talkative people.

She loved Rio.

She was fascinated by her adoption story.

And her take on everything was eerily similar to mine.

But we always come back to the one thing that remains the most remarkable:

She was the obvious child.

She is the obvious child.

And will forever be.

She was meant to be folded into my arms.

I'm so thankful

to be her mother.