I knew I wanted him to have the best chance at a good life that I could give him.
I remember seeing him when he was born and they plopped him on my stomach.
Red and squirmy and heavy.
Shock and awe.
I remember wanting to move on with my life.
But I never forgot him.
Rod, the kids and I used to look for a familiar face in the crowds.
They never forgot him either.
He just had a birthday and we thought of him again.
I have prayed for him in the middle of the night, and I call him "the son I gave up for adoption." Because I never knew his name.
But we have prayed and hoped that he is well, and healthy,and happy and that he knows the God who created him and that someday, he might want to meet us.
His other family.
Amy, my daughter, is determined and pregnant. She wants to know her other brother. She wants her brother to know her and her family.
So, this is what she did today.
So, now we'll wait and see what happens. I'll keep you posted.
And if you want to, and you haven't already, please share this so we can get the word out. Thank you for your help, everyone.
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