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I don’t remember a lot from before I was born, but I do remember you getting very sick. I do remember I got very sick too. I remember them telling you that you had me in your tummy, and you were surprised, you weren’t expecting me. I remember them giving us medicine to make us better. I know they told you it would be a couple days. I would probably come early. It was three days, and we found out my birthday would be on Tuesday, November 14th. I know you were scared. I know you had big decisions to make. And I know you prayed a lot about those big decisions. I remember you talking to a lot of people about making a plan for me. I remember you being sad, and crying. And then scared, and crying. The people you talked to were very nice. And I know you had a lot of questions. When I was born I know you cried. You learned about adoption, and I know that was scary and I know that made you cry. I knew you loved me. And I know you cared. That’s why you were making these very big, very hard...

I remember this time last year just as if it were yesterday. It was a Thursday night, and we received a call about an adoption situation; a little boy was surrendered at the hospital by his parents. They felt they were unable to parent him because of a diagnosis of Down syndrome. The baby was in Florida, and the agency handling the situation had no families will to take him, because of his diagnosis. The agency reached out to a Consulting Agency, who got in contact with Choosing Hope. Our phone rang, and Angela was providing details, emailing over information and pictures. And finally, we were in touch with this adoption agency in Florida. Very soon after talking with Angela, we were on the phone with someone in Florida. We were given many details, and I remember the very last detail, it hit us like a ton of bricks. Thirty-thousand dollars. My heart sank. I knew we barely had half of that. Immediately my head spoke before I allowed my heart; it just wouldn’t be possib...