My “first” baby.

In our house, my first baby is not my eldest.  He was the first child that came into our home, and our hearts.  But, he is no longer our eldest child.  Yesterday, my first baby turned 8-years-old.  I don’t know where the time went.  It seems like just yesterday that we were praying for a miracle, and he dropped into our laps.  Well, actually, Shelia of HeavenSent Adoptions found him for us.  She absolutely wouldn’t give up when I told her that I wasn’t sure it was God’s plan for us to be parents.  She was absolutely sure that it was His plan.  We were 24 and 25 years old, we had just lost a daughter to a corrupt agency in Guatemala. We didn’t have a lot of hope left in us.

But, we had no idea what God had in store for us.  Part of His plan was this baby.  A little boy with a heart so big that he was perfectly willing to give up his place in our family as “eldest” to make sure that his sister had a home in America.  In fact, he sacrificed every single time we added a sibling for him to our home.  He would be the first to tell you that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A future Cheerios commercial (Responsiboy age 8 mos).  

This is our ResponsiBoy now.  He’s 8-years-old, not 8 months old anymore.  He makes us so proud.  Every day we talk about what the future holds for our children.  ResponsiBoy is my child that I’m sure will end up in service; like through teaching, or medicine, or mission work.  He talks constantly about what his family will look like, with his many adopted children.  
ResponsiBoy last month at Garden of the Gods.  

I am so proud of you, ResponsiBoy.  Our family would not be what it is without you having opened your heart and walked right along side of us every single time we grew.  We love you so much!!!
who thinks eight is great.  She would know, she has two 8-year-olds now.  

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