Tender Place

There will always be a tender place in my heart for our children's birthmoms. When I think of them I am filled with gratitude. And I am not just saying that because it seems like the appropriate thing to say. Instead I say that because I mean it. I feel that gratitude in the very innermost parts of my soul. Without the nine months our children's birthmoms carried them in their wombs I would not be a mom right now. Without their selfless choices to give their babies life, Riley and Mary Kenzie would not be alive today. That seems so cliche but that cliche has changed my world...I have gone from a dark place of longing to a place of intense fulfillment as I live out my dream of being a mommy. I pray often for my children's birthmoms that they, too, will find peace and joy and that their deepest longings will be met.

Some friends of ours traveled to Korea last week and were adopting from the same agency that Riley's adoption was handled by. They were able to take this collage and a letter for us to put in Riley's file for his birthmom. I hope she checks it and finds peace in knowing how well her baby boy is...