Our profile book was special to me. I stayed up late and woke up early pouring into every detail of our precious story. While writing I closed my eyes and imagined what I would say if the mother of my child was sitting across from me in a small café. I imagined we were friends becoming family and shared with her the people in our lives that make us who we are.
That book made me so grateful for the story God was writing for us. It revealed to me the strong cords of love that weaved through our family, the friends that filled my days with fun and acceptance and the church that became my home away from home. The pages slowly filled with honesty, vulnerability and an invitation to enter into this blessed life we live.