Heart Grown

I had the most insane conversation about my kids.

Kids, plural.

Shannon's having a 2nd + CJ. Apparently, I'm an extraordinarily good person for saying I'm going to contribute to their college tuition when they're grown.

Because they're not my kids. <---The sideways logic of this random person.

And you know what I'd say....I beg to differ.

Heart grown isn't different from home grown. If it was, adoption wouldn't be a thing.

So yea, I've got college tuitions to contribute to and soccer games to see, birthday parties to attend, and awkward conversations they can't have with their parents to have.

They're mine.
They're answered prayers, blessings I needed desperately when they arrived.
They loved me for simply existing.
When they look at me they see who I am...the very best of me.

So yea...they're mine.

Heart grown.