It will soon be the anniversary of the day my first son came to bless our hearts and home.

More commonly referred to as Gotcha day!

I will never foget arriving at the local ER to pick him up...It was the middle of the night and a friend had driven us. We were so excited, we had set us his room at our house, never knowing who he would be. always feeling him.

At times I would wake at night....even though I did not know him, I could here his cries.

I would whisper a silent prayer to him..wishing him my love and protection. Letting him know....I am waiting for you to come to me...

I knew right away that he was special, a fit for our hearts.

Although he was only 9 months old and was beaten and bruised,he still smiled and wanted to be held...

Long pause needed here, I am finding it hard to see through my misty eyes....please excuse me.....

I'll be back to finish this later