[notadumbld]

In March my first grandchild turned one years old. He was adopted last year by wonderful parents and is growing like the proverbial weed!

My daughter was 18 and unmarried. She and the young man stayed together through the pregnency and up until the week of the baby's birthday, when he broke up with my daughter. What a terrible week for her!

Anyway, the aparents have been wonderful. THey send pictures often, allowed us to attend the baby's baptism, and even drove 5 hours to see my daughter play her college sport so that she could see the baby. She's welcome to visit whenever she wants.

Deciding on adoption was hard, but my daughter realized the best thing for the baby was two stable parents. Notice I said "the best thing for the baby". THis doesn't mean it was the best thing for my daughter, or for me for that matter. But the baby's needs were far more important that my daughter's and my feelings. I'm so proud of my daughter for having the courage to follow through with her decision despite the heartache she felt.

She wrote a wonderful opinion piece for our local paper about her decision. I'll post it if anyone is interested.