19 years ago God blessed us with a son. During his birth, he got stuck. I stopped pushing and spoke in tongues then he greeted the world blue and in need of assistance. After 18 hours incubated in oxygen and having fluid sucked out of his lungs, I got to hold him. Got to look deep into his eyes, breathe him in. He was mine. All thumb sucking, drooling sweet disposition was mine.
All-in-all he was an easy baby and child. Only a few rough teen years. However, through prayer and consistency, we got through it. He Gave his life to Jesus and is such a wonderful young man.
He and his oldest sister always have had a close relationship. He has always had a funny sense of humor.
A natural gentleman.
Always had a way with animals, not matter how big or small. He seemed to always have “pet” bugs of some sort.
SUPER talented. He can draw, play instruments, act…his imagination knows no end.
When we made the decision to adopt we knew this is who he’d be. We knew he would be the best big brother to each and every child we added to our lives.
He is a very healthy eater. Not one for sweets.
Born part fish, he was either playing in dirt or swimming.
This boy, this young man has brought so much joy into our lives. We are so proud of him, the choices he makes, the stands he has taken, and the person he has become. It is an honor to be called his mom.