“Hey, Harve, how do you feel about adoption?” I quietly asked him one night after dinner. He studied me for a moment as crinkles framed his eyes, bookending the broadening smile below. “Oh, Donnie. I think it’s a great idea! I wondered how long it would take to have this talk.” “Oh my God! That’s great!” I went from a whisper to nearly a scream. I was pretty sure we were on the same page but absolutely wanted confirmation before my fantasy family became fully formed in my imagination.
