Eighteen years ago my wife and I adopted our son. He was three days old when he came into our little house in the woods where we lived. During these past eighteen years we have celebrated his story....in particular we have told the story of his birth mother. We have always been thankful for her and have been eager for the day we would talk with her. However, we didn't know if that would ever happen.
My son found her last week. Yesterday afternoon I talked with her on the phone. Talking with her is truly one of the most incredible moments of my life. Yes, I cried like a baby, laughed and had so much to tell her. She said we were a gift to her. We said she was a gift to us.
We are now a family sharing the son that has blessed our lives!
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Crying silently as I hold my infant daughter.
We are blessed to have a relationship with her birth mother, however strained it has sometimes been. Daughter will benefit, I'm sure.
So glad you posted this.
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