Reminiscing & memories of a strong woman

       We have been chugging away on our stack of papers and "to do's."      As I was working on our profile book this evening, the book that birth mom's are able to view and see who we are, what we stand for, our family etc...,  I was going through pictures of Judah's birth and his amazing mama.  

  I was brought to tears just remembering those moments with her and remembering her face, her expressions, her love for Judah, as well as her sadness, yet being strong in the midst of it all.   I remember the day she left the hospital and we said goodbye.    It felt like I was saying goodbye to a best friend that I would not see for a very long time.   My heart ached that day a lot as I held Judah and cried.   As I prayed for his mom as she was wheeled out of the room that day.       I love her, I always will.    It is an honor to be able to raise her child as our very own, and to be able to call him our son.   There is just so much good in that right there.     She chose the best for him.     Her love is great.

Each story is different in adoption, I don't now how this next story will go, but I pray nothing but good of course.      God is good.