Today, I have been a mom for a decade. Ten years ago today we were heading to the hospital for the birth of our oldest. He was not in my belly, but the belly of a different and much younger woman. How can I verbalize how thankful I am for her, the woman who trusted me enough to let us raise her flesh and blood as her own? 

How can we thank any of them enough? Two birth moms are unknown to us. How much trust does it take to leave your child on the side of the road in the middle of crazy busy China?

Somedays I feel I have this great faith (most days I don’t). I have never left my child for another to raise. 

Somedays I feel brave (most days I don’t). I have never felt an emptiness of womb that once held a baby, but that child is now being held in another woman’s arms.

Being a mom is hard, but life would be much harder if I was not a mom.

Today I am thankful. So overwhelmingly thankful. 


10 years with the D-man today.  It has been a fun wild ride.  Being a dad has been the greatest experience of my life.  I didn’t realize how helping nurture a baby into a 10 year old would grow me into the man I am now.

I have experienced cuts, bruises, falls, traumas, but life with boys is always supposed to be crazy. 

As Lori alluded to, being a mom is hard.  Being a dad is equally as difficult but in a different way.  You find yourself acting like your father did when you were growing up, which isn’t a bad thing.  It is especially amusing when you catch yourself doing it.  I have been called “Mac” (my father) on occasion by my bride.

My D-Man is 10. Wow!  Thanks to The Lord for such a blessing that I was given.

Psalm 127:3-5 Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the and of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.