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Brian’s adoption became final just days before his first birthday. The waiting was over. Even though he’d been placed in our home months before and we had raised him thus far as our own, there’d been the uncertainty that until the adoption was final his birth mother or father could claim him. It was legal for them to do that. We’d known it to happen twice. Though it was something we’d never dwelled on, Bob and I always knew it was a possibility.

So on that big day I dressed him in a new emerald green Izod pants and shirt and we drove downtown to stand before the judge.

We chose Brian’s birthday, June 24, 1981 as the day to celebrate the finality of his adoption as well as the day of his birth. Our home was packed with family and friends to help us celebrate.

Brian had already been circumcised at the hospital in Roseburg; however, according to Jewish law, the drawing of blood at the site and offering his Jewish name would signify that the baby was officially Jewish. Wanting to raise our son in the religion we had been raised, Bob and I made the necessary arrangements with our Rabbi. Now Brian was ours. Forever.