I think that those of us who are adoptive parents who in the past tried to have biological children really do understand that adoption is a great way to become parents. We love our children sooo much and have truly gone through so many, many hoops to get to this point. After so much heartache, having a child that is ours is a blessing and really never ceases to amaze me.

There is no "but" here, rather an "and" if you will.

And some things are still hard. And sometimes I still cry. And sometimes I still wonder why it is that our life took this path. I consider myself to have come to a place in my life where I am okay - I can talk about things openly. We have also come to accept that chances are we will never be biological parents. Long gone are the days when I hoped every month that I'd be pregnant. Gone are the days when I couldn't bring myself to hold a baby in my arms when my home was empty and my heart in pain.

Having Anna is amazing. We hope to become parents many times over through adoption and are truly the luckiest people on Earth to have this child. Our daughter.

And yet I would be lying if I didn't say that some things, some times are really hard. I just came from visiting one of my best friends in the hospital - she just had a baby yesterday. Right now, every single one of my friends are expecting or just delivered. At a wedding today, I was asked twice how long my labor was with my daughter or if I had an epidural. I said simply that I wasn't present for my daughter's delivery.

It's not guilt or jealousy or anger. Sometimes it just hurts. It's still hard.