The Greatest Gift of All - Our Son

When I was growing up, all I really wanted to do was marry the man of my dreams and start a family. I married the man of my dreams but the family part was not able to be, at least not biologically the way most people plan. After many failed pregnancies, we made the decision to adopt an infant. We knew we both wanted to be parents and we knew we could love a child the same regardless if we gave birth to him or her.

We began the adoption process. We quickly learned adoption is not as predictable as having a child biologically.  When you give birth to a child you know a due date and there is a set timeline. With adoption, it started by completing tons of paperwork.  We then had a social worker come to our home, so she could approve us to be parents. Consider that for a minute.

When you get pregnant no one has to approve you to be a mother or father.

We were scared to death that we would not be approved for something as minor as having a disorganized sock drawer that wasn't clean enough. When the social worker came to our home, she never looked in them. Of course our sock drawers were perfectly organized.