It’s my heart. It’s a mess, and it can’t be undone.
One precious, little boy did it. He captured my heart. When I look into his eyes, think about his life, touch his face, or hold his tiny frame, I’m a goner.
The moment I laid eyes on the boy I had carried in my heart for 9 month, I fell in love. I can’t explain it. I can’t explain how you can carry a child in your heart, and then in a moment, have him sink into the depths of your very being. It’s adoption.
Matthias Samuel Loux, my son.
(Hospital photo: taken a few days after his birth)