I took her in my arms and told her that I sometimes wish she had as well, but that she grew in my heart instead and that I could not love her any more even if she had grown inside me. Then she asked me what her Chinese mommy and daddy look like. We have had similar conversations many times, but I thought this one was going to be different. Something about Jazzie's face told me that she was really thinking about some things. So I carry Jazzie to the couch, put her on my lap and get ready for what I think is going to be a deep conversation. I once again tell Jazzie that if she has any questions, she should never hesitate to ask them and that I will answer them the best I can. Jazzie thinks about it for a moment, then says: "I have no questions, because you are my mom and daddy is my daddy".
And that was it for the deep conversation I thought we were going to have. Even though Jazzie is obviously thinking about how she came to be with us, to her I'm her mom and Matt's her dad.
Sometimes it's just as simple as that.