When they placed him in my arms, he didn’t cry. He just stared right into me like he was trying to figure me out. Then, slowly, he reached out and wrapped his tiny hand around my finger, holding it tightly as if he already knew I belonged to him.
That was the moment everything changed. He wasn’t ours by blood, but by something deeper. I don’t know what to call it, but I’ve felt it every day since.Continue reading…
