holy cow, they're cute...

I'm not supposed to have kids.
No really, I've known since I was young that it was next to impossible for me.
However, despite all the bad news and "you can't do it" lectures, I never stopped wanting to be a Mom.

Once we were married, Randy and I tried with doctors and infertility specialists. After spending all the money we could pull together, still no baby.

What we did have was hope. We had enough hope to sail a ship around the world.

One day, a friend let me hold her newborn baby boy. I had held babies before, but this was different. I had such a rush of love for that baby. It was in that moment I realized we needed to shift gears.

We stopped trying to get pregnant and started trying to adopt. Yes, we were told the same things, "it's so hard, you have to wait, it's to expensive".

Randy and I just knew. There's a difference between trying to believe and just knowing.

Less than a year after starting our search, Boston joined our family. 6 weeks from the first phone call to the plane ride home. Not bad.

Then again, 4 years later. 6 weeks from the first phone call to the plane ride home. Amazing.

I tease Randy that most men meet their kids for the first time in the hospital. He meets his at the airport.

5 years ago I could feel them. When I saw this picture come up on the screen, it literally took my breath away. Now I can see them.

Holy cow, aren't they cute?

So, the next time someone tells you that you can't have something or you can't do something, come and look at this post and remember that I wasn't supposed to have kids.