3:00 a.m.

Daylen has always been a GREAT sleeper. Ever since he was born, he would sleep all night. In fact, his first few weeks, we would have to wake him up to eat. Even now, it takes a lot for him to wake up in the middle of the night. So, since I know he won't wake up, I will pick him up after he has gone to sleep to kiss and love on him.

Last night was no different. I woke up around 3:00 a.m. to use the restroom, and on my way back to bed I took a little "pit-stop" in Day's room. He was sleeping so soundly and peacefully. But of course I couldn't resist. I picked him up and kissed his little head. I ran my fingers through the tiny curls in the top of his head and wondered if his birth father ever wondered about his hair color. I ran my finger down his button nose and wondered if his birth father ever smelled baking cookies and thinks of this tiny boy. I kissed Daylen on his tiny lips and wondered if his birth father ever spoke the words, "I love you son." I felt his beautiful heart beat and wondered if his birth father's heart ever aches with the emptiness of not knowing this child. I held his tiny hand in mine and wondered if one day when he is older, will he look at those same hands and ask if his birth father has hands like his. I cradled his fat little foot in my hand and wondered if one day he would walk up to his birth father and say, "Thank you for giving me the best life I could have."

I often wonder if I will ever meet this man. Only the Lord knows if this day is written. Yet, I know what I would say......"Thank You for giving me the best life i could have!"