3 years ago today we were completely in the dark that our son was born. I went about my day with thoughts of when we would get "the call". I prayed constantly for my child and his/her birth parents. I knew that God had already chosen a child for Sean and I to raise, I just didn't know if He had created him/her yet. I especially had no idea that he would be entering the world that very day!
I'm not going to lie...it makes me so sad that I missed even a second of Tate's life. I wish I would have been there to see him enter the world, to see his first breath, to hear his first cry. However, I am not sad that Maggie and Brandon were the ones who got to witness all of that, who loved on him and soaked up the short time with him while he was 'just theirs'. They needed that time alone with him and I am so thankful for the love they showed him during that time. We have only heard stories of how those 2 days were for them and we will never ever understand what they were feeling, but we know that Tate has never lacked for people loving him. He was instantly loved with that deep love that only a mother, father, grandmas and grandpas know. He was shown that love every moment of his life from his first breath. Though we weren't the ones to show that love to him for the first 2 days of his life...we couldn't be happier that we didn't NEED to be the ones to show it to him. His birth mother, father and grandparents are the ones who were supposed to show that love to him for those 2 days.
(I wish I had a picture to post of Tate from 3 years ago today. Read HERE the post I wrote the day Tate was born. We wouldn't know about him until the next day.)
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