Mother's Day 2016

This kid...I tell ya.  He is TOO much. 

He made me a mother. 
He has taught me how to love deeply, check my pride, miraculously function on 3 hours of sleep, crave frosted coffee and NEED Jesus. 
He's taught me how know what he is thinking before he has even thought the thought, giggle loudly and ask for his forgiveness. 
My life is rarely quiet and never boring...and I love it that way.  <3
Thank you Lord for picking me to point this child to You.

Yesterday, we continued our tradition of visiting the Chinese Park near our home and honoring Isaac's birth mother & foster mother with flowers.  They knew him first. They loved him first. If the world was perfect & whole as God has intended, they would be with him now. Instead, I get to stand in for them. And while we may never know the intimate details of why Isaac is with me and not them, we honor their hearts. As women who gave life (birth momma) and protected life (foster momma). We love you and we honor you. I thank you. 

String of Pearls Bridge

Being cool and five and stuff. 

It's not technically looking East, but we pretended. 

This made me particularly happy: I have shared the story of our Birth Mother's Day tradition with several adoption families, some local. When we arrived today someone had already left their precious gift to their child's birth mother. We added our flowers and prayed over them all. Wouldn't it be great (bitter sweet, really), if someday that pagoda bench is FULL of flowers honoring the women who loved life through birth??  That would be a Birth Mother's Day indeed.