The best birthday present I ever received was the gift of being able to adopt my oldest daughter.
I’ll never forget sitting in the Historical Society parking lot, hounded by busybodies who demanded to know why I was parked there. I explained that my wife was in the courthouse across the street, and I just needed a few more minutes to find out about the child support proceeding. My wife, Bethany, and I were praying and hoping for a God-sized miracle. Her biological daughter had only known me as her dad since she was a one- year- old. Against our highly-paid attorneys’ opinion, we sought to ask the biological father if he’d be willing to relinquish his rights before the hearing.