As I sit here listening to the sweet sounds Silas is making in his sleep, I keep thinking about how grateful I am for the father he has. I am grateful I can celebrate the man my little boy will look up to. I always knew Mark would be a wonderful dad, but to witness how he loves our baby makes me love him more than I already did.
Yesterday marked 25 years that I have been adopted, and as I think of my dad today, again I am grateful. Grateful for the man that became the living example of what it meant to be loved and cared for. Grateful for all the ways he is still here for me and my little family.
Most of all, I am grateful for all the men that God chose to place in my life that He knew would model His love to me.
