Your mom and I both love you; both of us adore every hair on your sweet head, every cell in your precious being. We both embraced every movement of you, when you learned to walk, talk, stumble and rise up to shine your light.
We loved you even when we hated (to be honest) what parenting brought, the exhaustion, the frustration, the gut punching suffocating worry, the wonder, all of that, we loved you because that’s what love for a child does, it transcends the not-so-great parts of raising kids, it magnifies our deepest and most damaging screw ups and forces us to dig in our heels to show our highest self.
Dear child you are part of us even though you don’t come from your mom’s DNA, even though society says she’s not your mother and that this thing we have, our family, isn’t right in God’s eyes. More…