No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

forever, we are young; amidst the scattering rain of flower petals

The boy's name is Finn, Finn Jude Lev-Damore, and he's the cutest little thing with a toothy grin and fluffy hair and sparkly brown eyes. He's two years old when we bring him home.

November 17th.

Annabelle takes a Polaroid of him in my arms in front of the park outside of the adoption center and scrawls that date on the bottom.

"I want to be able to look at this in a couple years and. Remember it exactly," is what she says when I ask.

a/n: there is now a child