I met this gift giver at the same airport that my boy-man flew out of this morning just a short 18 years ago. This beautiful bundle was placed in my arms and the mommy-love flowed immediately.
And has never stopped.
And is even more strong.
This love raised this gift. This love has shed millions of tears over the anguish of adoption. This love desires to understand the pain of my boy. This love has led to this day. Love is honest. So a piece of my heart is in the air as I write this.
I never knew such joy could mingle with such pain. I guess it's like birth. Birthing a piece of me from my heart.
I am truly grateful and happy my SON will get answers to the pain he has felt for so many years, yet my heart cries out in fear of loss.
So each breath I take today and tomorrow and the next day will look to my Savior and His Word to remind me of His truth. I will fight through the lies and I will strive to be thankful.