My wife and I had a lot of difficulty becoming parents. We had multiple miscarriages and ended up going the IVF route. When this finally, worked, our little girl was born at 25 weeks and 5 days and 1lbs and 14.5oz.

As such, when we wanted another child, we were very interested in going the adoption route. We had our concerns including but not limited to would we feel the same about our adopted child as we did our daughter, what is the family medical history like, would the baby be healthy, will the baby ever want to leave us and go back to their birth parents when they get older?

I thank God every day for our birthmother. 

As a 17 year old high school senior, Dawn was an impressive girl; wise for her years, strong in her convictions, and very courageous. And she had chosen us. She had gotten pregnant on a one-night stand on New Years’ Eve, so marrying the boy was not an option for her. 

After 10 years of marriage, we had everything we could possible have wanted in the material world (wish now we had put more into our retirement accounts!): plenty of money, good jobs, multiple homes, jewelry, vacations, cars, even a plane. There was something missing in our lives and I’m sure you have guessed that it was children.