Today is National Birth Mother's Day.
I think about Tate's birth mother a lot. We were lucky enough to be able to meet her while we were in Ethiopia. It was one of the hardest and most emotional experiences of my life. I watched as this young girl loved on a little boy that was a son to both of us. She talked about her hopes and dreams for him. She stroked his hair as she told us she wanted him to become a preacher or a doctor. We promised her that day that we would teach this little boy about Jesus. We promised that we would love him with all that we had. And we promised that he would grow up knowing that he had a mother in Africa who made the ultimate sacrifice out of love.
As we said goodbye that day, we hugged and cried and I felt a connection form at that very moment.
Because of her heartache and selflessness, I get to be the mommy of the most amazing little boy.
She is my hero.