At 2:13pm on a sweltering Thursday afternoon in August my daughter was born and I became a mother. As they wheeled her over to me in her little incubator, only minutes after she was born, I pressed my hand against the glass and with tears streaming down my face I said: “nice to meet you, I am your mommy”. Every night as I tuck her in to bed I tell her that she is doubly loved because she has two mommies and two daddies. For the rest of my life I will marvel at the fact that her birth mother saw something in my husband and I that made her chose us. It is difficult to find the words to express how lucky I feel that she picked me.
— Jenna