The Mimi Smartypants blog (see the link in the right rail of this page) is just so right on. The latest post marked Nora's adoption day. Here is a shamelessly stolen clip of something that hits home with us:

Last week was our two-year anniversary of what many people call "Gotcha Day" and what I have decided just to call "Adoption Day." I'm not foaming at the mouth over the "Gotcha" terminology, but it does seem a little acquisitive, like your child was a prize you managed to snag with that big joystick-controlled claw, three tries for a dollar. For us, the day we met Nora and the day everything was made official were the same day, so "Adoption Day" works just fine. Besides---"gotcha"? Why should adopting make us lose all grammar and diction?

I remember explaining my slight unease with "Gotcha" to LT, while we were still doing the paperwork, and he confessed that he had not thought of it in terms of grabbiness/materialism, but rather in terms of a practical joke. Guess what, little Chinese baby---GOTCHA! You're going to live with these crazy white people from now on!

Jon and I laughed really hard over this. I've always been in LT's camp on the issue of "Gotcha Day." Some people call it "Forever-Family Day." I think that works.

C