To my adopted baby boy, I know you were heaven-sent.
I watch you meticulously space out the food on your plate so it doesn’t touch, and I smile.
When you wait to brush your teeth after dinner, hoping for some ice cream, I remember hoping for the same.
During mass, when you’re singing some of your favorite liturgical songs, my heart explodes. How did you know I love liturgical music?
Even during the day, you turn on every light in the house. I’m 36, and still scared of the dark.
Legos and Star Wars are your favorites; you couldn’t have more in common with your Dad…unless you were indeed heaven-sent.
Dad’s dance moves? Yep, you got those too.
Your baseball position – catcher. That was my favorite position to play in softball.
I watch you with your cousins and friends. You’re so very admired. You’re so very loved.
You see, we prayed for you. We didn’t know it was YOU! Sister Dulce gave us a hint – brown hair like mom, smart like dad. How did she know?
Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was God. For me, you were sent to us from Nana, my mom, your grandma in heaven. She watched us go through years of yearning, heartbreak, hope, and prayer. She handpicked you for us at the right time.
And what’s weird? You talk about Nana like you’ve known her your whole life. It leaves me speechless.
You couldn’t be more perfect for us. Happy coming home day. I love being your mom, my heaven-sent baby boy.