A year ago, I can only imagine what was happening in Quinn's birthmother's life. Chris and I were in the throws of daily struggles with M and I was cautiously hopeful that we were going to be parents in a few months. Little did we know that Q's birthmom had already made a decision that would forever change our life. It was a few more days until we learned about Quinn, and a few more before he was in our arms, but this sweet boy was about to make his entrance into the world.
I am grateful that we've been able to send monthly updates to her, and hope that she will allow us to continue to do so. I'm at a loss for words as I write this month's update. The magnitude of this milestone for all of us weighs heavy on my heart. I can't imagine our life without Quinn, and I don't know that I will ever be able to understand the decision she made to place with us. We are forever thankful, and believe with our whole heart that Quinn was the child meant to be in our arms. We'll spend the rest of our lives making sure he knows how loved and cherished he is- by us and his birthmom.
I have only the emails from her on that first day we learned of Quinn as the documentation of his birth story. While there's a tiny part of me that is sad I wasn't there to experience his entrance into the world, I also cherish the notion that it was a time for just Quinn and his birthmom. I don't have a birth story to share- but I do have the story of our weekend in "labor" as we had to move mountains to get him in our arms.
Tomorrow will be about celebrating this little miracle and his first year on this earth. But for tonight, I'm going to reflect on the gift of life and the amazing wonder of adoption.
