When Your Whys Aren’t Answered
Some little guy around here is turning eight this week. (EIGHT! How is that even possible?) I remember the sequence of events leading to Jonah’s birth so clearly. That middle of the night email telling me his birthmother was in labor. The nine-hour drive to Louisiana with Brienne in the backseat. Standing in line at McDonald’s somewhere in Alabama, receiving a phone call telling me our sweet boy had been born.…