I don’t really know much about you. I don’t even know your first name. But I do know that on May 14, 1952 you gave birth to a baby boy in Lodi, Ohio. It was weeks before your due date and I don’t know what the emergency was, but you had a C-Section and delivered a very small little boy that you decided to give up for adoption. He was in an incubator and spent several weeks being cared for by the nurses at the hospital who named him “Jimmy-Joe” after the two doctors who had delivered him. One of those nurses had a cousin that she knew wanted desperately to add to her family since she was unable to have another child. She got in touch with them and on June 12, 1952 that baby became their son. Twenty years later, I met that boy and fell in love with him. Two years later, I married him. Forty one years later, I still love him. While I am sad that you never got to know him, I am so thankful for your gift of life that you gave to him when you said yes to adoption. Did you imagine who he might have become? Wonder about his new family? Pray for him? I will never have the answer to these questions because my husband, your son, does not want to find you. If it were my choice, we would seek you out. I want you to know that I pray for you every day. In my dreams, in a very beautiful wonderful place, I see you running towards your boy and he knows immediately who you are. And when he looks into your eyes, he understands. And this is heaven. ~
Lyn Rowley- Author
I've been married to my husband Ken for 41 years. We have two wonderful children and four grandchildren, who are the joy of my life! I love scrap booking, reading and journaling. I have been writing a blog (Lynrowley.blogspot.com) for the last two years and have made many connections around the world through those posts. I love sharing about Jesus and how He touches my everyday life.
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