Hi, buddy,” I whispered, brushing a curl from his forehead. Okay, you’re stuck with me. No matter what. Being a parent transcends blood. Every sleepless night, concerned moment, and celebration matter. Choice matters. I pick you. I always choose you.”
Jamie shifted, smiling slightly.
The fact that this miracle wasn’t my son didn’t matter. He was mine in all ways that mattered. That was enough, beyond enough.
While watching my baby sleep, I learned that sometimes the greatest truths emerge from the darkest falsehoods and that the strongest relationships are those we choose to form.
“Sweet dreams, my baby boy,” I muttered, and for the first time since receiving that message, ‘son’ seemed more real.
