Week four begins

It was a great way to start the morning.  I was out of bed at about 5 this morning, getting ready for an early morning church meeting.  I had a few minutes, I checked my email.

I had sent our son some pictures the last night, I had promised him some, and will still send more.  I was just looking to see if he had received them.  He had and responded by sending more of his own.  He started the email with “Dad”.  I didn’t ask for that, he offered.  I will be whatever/whoever he asks me to be.  I will allow him to drive the car we are now in and take it what ever direction he is comfortable with.

I spoke to a good friend at church today, let him read an excerpt from a book that tells about the reunion of our son with his birthmother by mail, when he finished, I told him that it was my son in the book.  He is an adoptive father with 5 adopted children, none of his own.  I wanted to hear about things from his perspective, I did.  He had questions, I answered.  It was a good thing for us both.  We will talk again.

It’s been a good day.