Saturday, April 11th was hands down, the most emotional day of our lives. It’s not often that something completely devastating is instantly followed by the most fabulous miracle on earth.
Many people told us that we shouldn’t go to Jacksonville until our birth mom signed papers. At the time, I knew that was logical but I couldn’t stand the idea of missing 48 hours, or more, with our baby. Looking back, if we hadn’t decided to fly right when we got the call, we never would have been there to get the call about Macklin. It overwhelms me every time I think about all the stars that had to align for our paths to cross with his. If I didn’t believe in God before, I would surely be a believer now. I have chills just writing about it.
Part of my heart was broken when our birth mom changed her mind, but Macklin healed me quicker than I ever thought possible. It is really hard to remain sad when you know that THIS was exactly what was meant to be. I think of Dahlia often and I am pretty sure that Darcelle will be a great mom…She recently asked us to be her baby’s God parents. We of course said yes, but I am not sure if that will ever mean much.
What really matters is my son and I don’t plan on ever forgetting what a miracle was bestowed on me the moment he became ours. I love him more than words.
It’s hard for me to believe that I was in the maternity ward when he was brought in on April 9th. For all we know, when we were looking at Dahlia in the nursery, our little son could have been right next to her. How is that even possible?
My next six posts will be a true account of our adoption journey. Stories need to be told.
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