Our life together did not begin in the normal place. There were no nurses around or machines beeping. I met you, dear son, in the middle of the local airport. You were placed in my arms from the arms of the one who birthed you. And from her, exuded love; love for you. So much love that she made the hardest choice anyone is asked to make.
There have been times in our life together that it seems almost impossible that I did not birth you. For the love that flows from my heart is so deep and wide and strong that I question, "What can possibly make the difference?" I did birth you, just not from my womb.
No matter what has happened in the past couple of years, the love I have for you, son, remains strong and in tact. Nothing you ever do or say can sever this. I know you are working through all sorts of thoughts, feelings and wounds that bring forth pain. But know that I am here...always.
Dad and my prayer for you is that you stretch those wings and soar with your Heavenly Father directing you wherever you turn.
He has ordered your steps from the moment you were conceived to the moment you were carried off of that plane. From the time you took your first steps to the day you asked me why you were so different from us. From the the first fish you caught to the first test you took. From the decisions you made that have brought about consequences to the day the Lord took your beautiful Gran home to be with him. I know that news hurt you. And now even as you walk about the campus of Agape, He is with you. He is working all things out for your good.
I love you, "Hoss". But your Heavenly Father loves you more.