Sunday, February 8, 2009
My sons. I spent seven years trying to become a mother but my body betrayed me time and time again. The ache in my heart was a galaxian void that nothing could fill.
And then they came. Wounded, neglected, and oh so wild these boys entered my home and consumed my heart, filling the void that nothing else could. They had a hard beginning, and struggle daily with challenges still, but they are precious, with hearts big enough to overcome the hurt and dish out a universe of love.
They healed the hole in my heart and gave me the thing I wanted most in this life: A family. It matters not that we don't share blood, for the greatest thing I have discovered in adopting my sons is this. That old saying about blood being thicker than water may be true in a scientific sense, but there is something much, much thicker than blood--