We met Caroline on a Tuesday after a long flight and lots of traffic on the way to the old Gladney Campus. She was sweet and tiny. Her big sister, Hallie, 4, was the first to hold her. Our search and adoption quest had ended, as we now had Baby X in our arms. Baby X as we couldn't yet agree on a name. The family who cared for Caroline the first month said that she would get fussy in the evening, we asked what she did, and she said, "I hold her for a few hours."
From the Graduate
As my mother says, as a baby, I was fussy in the evenings. I still am fussy in the evenings. My parents have shown me patience and grace, frustration and fights. Being adopted isn’t part of my story, it’s a footnote. My parents love me as their own. Being adopted fostered a curiosity in me, one that's come to light in a history degree. While I don’t have the great who, what, when, where and why surrounding myself, I do have those questions about the distant past.
Caroline belonged to Phi Alpha Theta chapter of the History Honor Society and was a recognized artist by her alma mater. Following college, Caroline plans to spend some time WOOFing, eventually followed by graduate school, which area of study is to be determined as her interests range from art to teaching to library studies.