It’s been a while since we talked about adoption around here.
Honestly, adoption hadn’t been on my mind lately until last week. A lady very innocently asked me if Baby D felt like mine.
It took me way off guard. If I hadn’t have known her and her heart, I would have been deeply offended. (and probably would have wanted to punch her… ) I ended up being thankful for the question though.
It made me realize how much Baby D feels like a part of me.
When I see him, I don’t think about him being “adopted”. I just think he’s mine.
He’s loud like his mommy… and has big hair like mommy.
Loves to hear the piano and music just like daddy.
He loves to be silly and laugh like mommy.
Smart and very curious like his daddy… and a bit mischievous…
And he loves to scream when we say GO VOLS… just like his parents!
You see, he may have been adopted, but to us he’s our son.
I couldn’t imagine my life without my little man. He has become a part of me. So deeply intrenched in our hearts that I don’t even think about the fact that I didn’t birth him.
I may not have had 9 months to prepare for him (16 days to be exact), but this little boy was made for us. God’s perfect plan brought us Baby D as our son. God intended for us to be a family, and we would be incomplete without him!
So, does he feel like mine?
If you are struggling with infertility or the decision on whether or not to adopt, please feel free to email me anytime. I would love to share my heart and our story with you.