How Great, The Big K. is Eight

I met big K. almost four years ago. He was already

four. He had a habit of

tearing it up in Pre-school.

His teacher said to me,
"All this boy needs is a mother, and he will be fine."

She was right.

The road with K. hasn't always been easy.

Truth be told, he and I are an awful

lot a like. Although difficult,

K. has been a constant joy in our lives.

It took him the longest to call me

Mommy. Once he started calling me

Mommy, he never wavered.

It's taken him a bit longer to trust.

It takes him a while to ask for something, and

after three years he's just starting

to let me really be his mom.

K. is curious, sweet, intelligent, and

strong willed.

I often wonder what he'll be like as an adult.

Last week, it was a joy

to watch him turn eight.
He was so excited to share his birthday
with the people that he loves.

He was thrilled with all of the gifts, cards, and

of course the cake.

After enjoying Chocolate Lasagna on my birthday,

it's all he wanted for his.

Once again, I thought of his birth mother.

I wondered what she was doing, how her day

was, if she remembered it was his birthday.

I prayed for her, for K., for the day they might meet.

And again, I said thank you. Thank you for giving

him life, even though you already had

a one year old baby girl.

Thank you for making my wish

come true. How

I love being his mother.