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.