I spent the whole trip wondering how I got so lucky, and weeping for the two women who loved him whom he left behind. I also spent a lot of time wondering how much he should eat, sleep, and drink - since I had no way of knowing, and these sorts of things don't include instruction manuals.
The beginning of my family - on a big blue plane heading home from South Korea. A 10 month old beautiful boy on my lap and a tiny little life that was revealing himself through morning sickness and fatigue.
Today I am thankful that God chose this way to start my family.
It included many bumps, lots of patience, and some sadness. But in the end, I couldn't imagine it any other way.
Happy Family Day my little boy.
I am the luckiest.