At lunch yesterday Mosely made a very unusual comment that seemed to be right out of left field. “I wish I could meet my first parents one day,” she said. My head actually whipped toward her – it was such an unexpected comment. We have made the choice to speak normally and often about Mosely’s adoption and her introduction to our family when she was but a wee little three-month-old sausage baby. (Hey – “sausage baby” is the term Mosely uses. And listen, if you had the privilege of meeting her at that age, you would agree. Her appendages closely resembled sausage links. It’s just true.) So it was no…