My son may not have his father's nose. He may not have my eyes. We have no idea if he'll be tall or short. Will he be organized like me? Funny like Travis? Musical? Athletic? Shy? Outspoken?
We have no idea.
What we do know is that he is ours. Gideon is the greatest blessing in our lives. He's the reason I get up in the morning. He's the reason we work hard and try to become better people all the time. And raising him has been the greatest adventure. In some ways I think it's even more fun not knowing what he might do or be or look like. Each day I expect his eyes to change color. (Both of his birth parents had brown eyes.) And they might still. But it's a fun adventure to watch for that. To see what color his hair might be (now that he's actually getting some hair.) As he grows will he have our interests, talents and hobbies? Or will he be more like his birth family? Who knows? But it's going to be so fun to find out.
But for all he might not have, Gideon does have two parents who absolutely adore him.
A birth mother and her family who loved him so very much that they wanted the absolute best for him. They loved him so much in fact that they placed him with us, so we could give him all that they couldn't provide. Most importantly the opportunity to be part of an eternal family.
And he has endless possibilities. That mischevious little brain that's always working has the opportunity to live in the greatest nation on earth where he is given opportunities to learn and grow.
Who knows what he'll be or how he'll look? But it doesn't matter. It only matters that he's loved so much by so many.
November is National Adoption Month.
I saw this video on Brenley's blog and had to post it. It's so very beautiful.
Pass along the message. There is hope, even in situations that seem devastating. As the LDSFS ads say frequently, "Adoption isn't giving a baby up. It's giving them more."
I can't even imagine life without Gideon. I have a hard time remembering what I did or talked about or how I spent my time. Every conversation, every plan, every hope for the future centers around that little munchkin head. B. is our hero. She gave us the opportunity to be a family instead of just a couple. So I have to say I'm making it my personal mission to make sure that the baby boy she's not raising knows just how much he was loved before he was even in our family.