๐ŸŽ„โค๏ธ A Love That Chose Us Both โค๏ธ๐ŸŽ„

โœจ They warned me, โ€œIt will be too hard.โ€ Fear spoke loudly when I chose to adopt Rowan.
๐Ÿค But the first moment I held him, every doubt fell silentโ€”because love had already decided.

๐ŸŽ…๐ŸŽ„ I was his Santa when he was small, tying ribbons, building magic, and promising him the world.
๐Ÿซถ Now, heโ€™s the one watching over meโ€”reminding me to take my medicine, bringing me water, sitting quietly beside me when my strength fades.

โค๏ธโœจ This year, with a gentle smile, he said,
โ€œDadโ€ฆ now Iโ€™m Santa for you.โ€

๐ŸŒŸ Adoption didnโ€™t make life harder.
It made it fuller.
Deeper.
Kinder.

๐Ÿค Loving Rowan was never a burden.
It has been the greatest, easiest, most sacred gift of my life.