You know, that is an interesting question...
I have an elderly aunt (85 years old) who one day said to me "I was always glad when my children got grown and moved out of my house. I just can't see why anyone would go buy a baby." Now, considering that she is my mother's oldest living sibling, I decided to swallow my disgust as best I could and explain to her my view on the subject with the hopes that my aunt might somehow reprogram her opinions (which I must say really hurt my feelings since I'd always felt that everyone in my family absolutely adored Trenton).
But that said, our journey into parenthood really opened my eyes to how wonderful God is. He brings us together is so many ways, by marriage, by birth, sometimes by tragedy, by faith, by friendships and yes, by adoption. And how we came together isn't quite as important as the fact that we are together and we're family. And for everything we've been through in becoming a family, I'd do again exactly the same way to see my son's face first thing in the morning and last thing at night.
Jacquee