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(I have been down and out with pneumonia for the last few days. Please excuse the lack of consistency. I am still sick, steroids and meds are starting to kick in, kinda)

Today is March 29. March 28 marks the birthday of not only my brother, but also my main homey Isaiah. Seriously, this kid is next level. I am so thankful to have him in my life. I would do anything for him. I felt this was the perfect blog to come back on, even if I am a day late.

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**An Open Letter To Isaiahs Birth-Mom**

7 years ago you did the most selfless thing I can imagine. You put your emotions, feelings, and heart on the line for the betterment of your blood. Thank you for being strong enough, courageous enough, and willing to probably always wonder why, who, what….

It has been 7 years. We think you named him Gage, but we knew we had to call him Isaiah. He is the bomb. He lights up our lives. Thank you for the songs he writes, the dances he creates, the bad jokes he tells, and the life he gives us. He wants to grow up to be a pastor, or a train conductor, depending on the day.

He is very sensitive. He cares a lot about others. He loves family and protects his sisters. Sometimes he asks about you and we honor you for what you did. We explain that it was not easy, and you did it for his best. He lives a good life now. Its not extravagant but he has more than a lot of kids, and based on what we know, he probably is exposed to a different lifestyle. We do our best to keep him connected culturally to his roots, and he is excited the “President Obama is the 44th President and he looks like me.”

We will never be able to repay you for the love you have gifted our family. We pray for you and we know God honors you for doing what you did. I am not sure if there is any type of guilt or other emotion that comes with what you did, but regardless, we thank you.

Isaiah turned 7 yesterday. He had a “Holiday” birthday with Easter eggs and a Christmas cake. He is a unique boy. He loves to be at home, he runs fast, and he lives life to its fullest. Thank you for what you did, but more than that, thank you for HIM. Peace.

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My son is 6. He told me today that he can not kiss me where people can see and has to wipe it off so the other kids do not see that he has kissed me. “they will think I am a baby.” What the……

next i will be dropping him off at the corner so his friends wont see him getting out of my car. and all this time I thought i was the cool kid…SUCK!

MY MAN

Carlos Whitt, blogger supreme, wrote this post today about his adopted son. This is a self serving post for me because just last weekend I had the same thoughts racing through my mind as we celebrated Isaiah’s 6th birthday. If you have not been adopted, or adopted a child, you probably do not understand the full effects of these emotions. Happy Birthday Zaya…and Losiah

It is days like today that I think of her.
And I know, she is thinking of you.
She is wondering what you are doing.
She is wondering how you are.
I am wondering what she is doing.
I am wondering how she is.
Today is the day that my heart is so full it is about to pound out of my chest.
Today is a day that her heart may be deflated and in need of filling.
Today we are going to eat some cake and you are going to watch American Gladiator reruns on my lap.
Today she will probably eat some kimchi and pray that you are taken care of.
Today I will speak to you in English.
Today she will remember you in Korean.
So you know what son?
I am going to make you a promise.
For as long as I can call you mine, we will remember her.
We will remember the bravest lady in the world who allowed her life to become incomplete in order for my life to become complete.
I am going to spill tears on the back of your head as I let you fall asleep on my chest tonight.
And I will think of her.
Because in a really strange way,
I love her just as much as I love you.
Happy Birthday Losiah.
Daddy

I was sitting with a very great guy today and he began to tell me about how love has a flow to it, and it flows down. The analogy goes like this: Think about your parents. You love them. You honor and adore them. You think they are great, amazing, and extremely special. Now think about your kids. When you talk about your kids you talk with a different passion. There is a different look in your eye. You take it to another level when you talk about how you love your kids. 

God’s love flows down. We love him back up, but there is no way that our love for him can measure his love for us, because of the downward flow of love. A truly amazing concept.

Yesterday was day 100 @ school for Isaiah. He had the 100 day hat parade. We of course attended this event and followed him back to his classroom. The teacher asked all the parents to come in the class and proceeded to explain that Isaiah had written a song about the parade and the entire class was going to sing his new composition. I WAS A VERY PROUD DAD! Isaiah walked away with his first of what I believe will be many songwriter awards, and the children sang…

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