In early March, I was folding laundry in my bedroom, and Anya was looking at one of our wedding photos. She asked if that was Daddy and me getting married, and I said, ‘Yes, it is’. Then she said, “I want to get married too”. Amused, I asked, “To who”? To my surprise she answered, “To you and Daddy”. “Well, as a matter of fact, I can arrange that. Let’s do it!” So, April 12th we got all dressed up and went to court to re-adopt Anya in the state of Georgia. I told her now that she was marrying Daddy and me it is until death do we part, so she wouldn’t be able to marry any boys.
As it turns out, our good friends Matt and Debbie were adopting their son Jacob that same day, so we were able to celebrate their adoption also in the same courtroom!
Our re-adoption of Anya was wonderful because we were able to have her in the courtroom, along with family and friends. Our courtroom experience in Russia was very stressful and of course, we had no one there with us to celebrate besides the adoption agency staff. But it’s just not the same as having your family and friends with you!
Now that Anya has married us, she has stated on a few occasions that she would now like to marry herself. Aw… how sweet. The narcissism of a 3-year old!
