Yesterday was my birthday, and my adopted son became so overwhelmed with emotion that he broke down in tears right in front of his birthday cake.
My adopted son gazed silently at his birthday cake before tears began to stream down his face. “My birthday was yesterday,” he murmured, and my heart sank. Every official document said his birthday was today—what else had been kept from me? I’ve never been one to dream about matching family pajamas or crafting homemade baby…