What memory of yours has the most love or happiness attached to it?

"Adoption" by Alex
Oh there are so many. I would say it was the adoption of our daughter. We started the adoption process before our daughter was born in 2006. We were notified of her birth and given 24 hours to make our decision. For the next 7 months she was cared for by a beautiful foster family who we still maintain contact with.
So in July 2007 we flew to Guatemala City to meet our daughter, the care givers and the lawyer and social worker. I remember it as though it were yesterday. My wife and I were staying at the hotel and received a call informing us that our daughter was waiting for us in the lobby. For me, it was love at first sight. We met everyone involved in this process, signed the necessary paperwork and brought our daughter back to our room.
Since my wife was not feeling well, I had the honor and privilege of caring for our baby until the plane departed the following day. As one can imagine, she was upset, crying and I would say traumatized from the uncertainty and drastic change to her environment. Every time I put the baby into the crib to sleep she started crying and would only stop when I held her. So for the next 24 hours I held her in my arms and when we awoke in the morning, I noticed a change in her demeanor. She stopped crying and started to smile and laugh because a bond, based upon mutual love and trust, had begun to form.
I could talk for hours and days about this experience because for me it completely changed my life for the better, for she is the apple of my eye. We do everything together which includes: performing music together, playing golf, tennis, helping her with homework (science, math, reading). She also likes to challenge me and debate me. She fondly calls me an old man and a geek because to her friends I am old enough to be her grandpa and because of my passion for music and poetry. There are times, for example, when her friends visit and hear me wailing away on my guitar or bass in my studio and I suppose they are not exposed to that type of behavior. Too funny, right? The best part is that whenever she is with her friends and they are giggling and behaving like teens, when I walk into the room, it becomes dead silent as though a loved one died and we are showing respect at their funeral service.
So... I have to say the adoption of our daughter and our time together are my favorite memories and the memories that give my life it's greatest meaning and purpose.
Oh there are so many. I would say it was the adoption of our daughter. We started the adoption process before our daughter was born in 2006. We were notified of her birth and given 24 hours to make our decision. For the next 7 months she was cared for by a beautiful foster family who we still maintain contact with.
So in July 2007 we flew to Guatemala City to meet our daughter, the care givers and the lawyer and social worker. I remember it as though it were yesterday. My wife and I were staying at the hotel and received a call informing us that our daughter was waiting for us in the lobby. For me, it was love at first sight. We met everyone involved in this process, signed the necessary paperwork and brought our daughter back to our room.
Since my wife was not feeling well, I had the honor and privilege of caring for our baby until the plane departed the following day. As one can imagine, she was upset, crying and I would say traumatized from the uncertainty and drastic change to her environment. Every time I put the baby into the crib to sleep she started crying and would only stop when I held her. So for the next 24 hours I held her in my arms and when we awoke in the morning, I noticed a change in her demeanor. She stopped crying and started to smile and laugh because a bond, based upon mutual love and trust, had begun to form.
I could talk for hours and days about this experience because for me it completely changed my life for the better, for she is the apple of my eye. We do everything together which includes: performing music together, playing golf, tennis, helping her with homework (science, math, reading). She also likes to challenge me and debate me. She fondly calls me an old man and a geek because to her friends I am old enough to be her grandpa and because of my passion for music and poetry. There are times, for example, when her friends visit and hear me wailing away on my guitar or bass in my studio and I suppose they are not exposed to that type of behavior. Too funny, right? The best part is that whenever she is with her friends and they are giggling and behaving like teens, when I walk into the room, it becomes dead silent as though a loved one died and we are showing respect at their funeral service.
So... I have to say the adoption of our daughter and our time together are my favorite memories and the memories that give my life it's greatest meaning and purpose.