His heart grew three sizes that day

Sometime on Friday morning, I realized the line "his heart grew three sizes that day" from Dr. Suess' The Grinch that Stole Christmas was true in my life. Unlike the Grinch, my heart didn't need to grow because is was way too small or unnaturally cold (I'd like to think) but because if it didn't grow, it would burst. If the unexplainable amount of love that was rapidly pouring into my heart wasn't going to leave anytime soon, my heart needed to stretch to make room. Good thing I jog so much.

I've never experienced anything like the jolt of adrenaline I felt when we burst out of the waiting room and I caught my first glimpse of him. Or the the sense of coming home as I held him for the first time in the nursery. Or the wave of emotion that rushed over me as we were finally alone in our room and I read aloud Ephesians 1. Or the heartwrenching pain as Dawon's birth mom told him goodbye at the hospital, which I can barely write about.

My heart had to grow to make room for this miraculous gift of God. Our hearts had to grow in order to contain the love we'll always have for the young mother, grand-mother and extended family who bestowed upon us this priceless gift.

Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts, for the rest of our lives.

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