On this day four years ago, I met Minnie and Mickey for the first time. I knew from that moment (actually I knew two weeks before) that they were to be my son and daughter. Most people meet their children at birth, so it is strange to meet a little girl and a little boy that were strangers one day and my children the next. They were charming, adorable and sweet and I was completely enthralled. It was my 35th birthday and we were in a McDonald’s. Mickey held my hand, Minnie was a little more reserved, but she charmed me with her love of all things pink and sparkly. Mickey talked about his Spiderman obsession and though I could only understand about 1 out of every 4 words because of his speech delays, I saw the kindest heart and his infectious excitement. Looking back, I had no idea how much my life would change. 4 years and a day ago, I was nervous and excited to embark on this journey, but I never knew that I could love anyone the way I did these two magical little people. So, today I celebrate – not only my birthday, but the most important day of my life. Adoption day was the permanence, gotcha day was the day they moved in, but the day I met my son and daughter for the first time? That is the big one.