Three years ago we walked into a little Mexican restaurant with hearts pounding and butterflies in our stomachs. In a booth in the back corner sat a young girl with a beautiful smile. Her pink hoodie sweatshirt carefully covered the bump under her shirt. My husband and I shared our hearts, hopes, and dreams with her as an hour flew by in an instant.
She told us about her absolute determination to place her baby for adoption, and we hoped she’d choose us to be the baby’s forever family. It was gut-wrenching when I became aware that this was the hardest conversation I would ever have in my life. As we said our goodbyes I asked if I could hug her because I knew that no matter what happened, she had changed our lives.
30 minutes later we got word that she knew with certainty that we were her baby’s parents. A little over two months later we took a beautiful baby boy in our arms and welcomed him as our son when he was one hour old. For the third time, I took Jensen back to sit outside the restaurant that brought him into our lives that evening three years ago.
I don’t really know why I do this, but it just feels like an important part of his story that I want to share with him. One day, not long from now, I picture myself sitting next to him on this little bench while I tell him the most beautiful story about the power of unconditional love, sacrifice, and family.
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