My son is eleven years old now. I have one birth daughter, but nothing compares to the bond I share with this young man who thanks me every chance he gets for being his mom. I cry alone. I cry with him. How do I explain to this perfect human being that he brought more to me than I could ever bring to him?
I want to tell him that God paired us. He knew what I needed when I needed it and vice versa. He is too young to know that we saved one another.