Mike with Rose on her first trip to the beach
Each Sunday I get up early, either awakened by Rose, or trying to squeeze in a shower before she wakes. After she is changed and fed, and wiggles around a bit, she's tired and ready for a snooze. I take her in and put her in bed next to Mike. They usually cuddle and fall asleep again. This scene never ceases to bring tears of joy to my face. There is no way anyone can doubt the genuine and sincere love that these two have for each other!
Yesterday Mike said to me, "I'm so happy being a dad." I know that it is not the creating of life that makes one a dad, and Mike truly defines and proves this point.
On Father's Day, my thoughts can't help but turn to the men who made the babies we have had in our home. Little D. and Russell are actually being raised by their fathers. I pray that these two boys know love and joy. I am grateful to my husband for being a dad to them for the time they were with us.
Not getting into any details, we do not know Rose's birth father. He does not know that he conceived a child. Being in an open adoption with Rose's birth mother, we know family history and are able to share photos and stories with Rose so she knows the woman who gave her life. We share the love that Rose's birth mother has for her each and every day!
With our history of losing two sons to their biological fathers, I can honestly say that I am relieved that we do not know how to find Rose's birth father. We anxiously await the finalization of her adoption. Yet, another part of me is sad that he was a part of bringing Rose into the world, and I really have nothing that I know of him to share with her. I am incredibly grateful that Rose came into being. I can't imagine my life without her. For his part in that, I thank him. He has given Mike the opportunity to be an amazing dad to an amazing little girl!
