To celebrate St. Patrick's Day, we had a grand evening where we crammed 50 adults and children into our home, while the rain came down outside. I love this pile of coats and boots by the front door, it's a rare sight around this town.
Four months later after multiple visits, our beautiful 1/2 Irish boy was born and placed into my arms. In the last nine years, I have given thanks each and every night for the courageous birthmothers of my children and of children everywhere.
I see so much of Mr. Boys birthmother in him, in his smile, his eyes, and his sense of humor. I love it, because it reminds me of the women I love so dearly, who made me a mother.