The birth of ones child and adoption

A few weeks ago, a co-worker had the pleasure of helping deliver his new baby boy. In talking with another co-worker about the birth, this co-worker was so drawing to his reflection of seeing the birth of his own children. He was describing the moment when he first saw his children and how wonderful the experience was to see and hold his child when they were born. He then continued to say to me, " Mark, don't you remember that feeling in the delivery room, as your daughter was born?" I kind of looked at him, with a puzzled look on my face. I said, " No, I don't." He went on to say "You remember, the joy as the doctor or nurse handed you the baby in the delivery room, don't you?" Once again, I put the puzzled look on my face with a smile this time. I said, "AHH, we adopted Mia." The face he made was one of total embarrassment, as it hit him like a ton of bricks. He had forgotten. He apologized up and down, and felt so bad. As we are pretty good friends, I told him it was OK. We laughed about his misspoken words, but I could tell he still felt like an idiot.
As I had to attend a meeting, I didn't have the time to really reflect on this conversation with him, but after awhile it kind of hit me. His view of Mia in our family is one of total acceptance. He didn't view her as being adopted, but viewed her as totaly our daughter, and I guess that is the best complement one can receive about our family make up. Upon my returning from my meeting, I told him this, and I could tell he did feel better about his comments. It made me feel really good also, and I couldn't wait to tell Ann about this story.