To My Daughter’s Birth Family,

I don’t know what it’s like to be in your shoes.

I don’t know what it’s like to go to doctor’s appointments and prenatal check-ups and have no idea who will raise my baby.

I don’t know what it’s like to feel kicks in my belly and wonder how I’ll choose a family for the miracle fluttering inside of me. I can only imagine what it feels like to go through stacks of profiles and try to pick a family to raise and love and care for your child.

I don’t know what it’s like to be in labor and delivery only to spend grueling hours birthing a child I won’t keep.

I can imagine the pain of all these moments, however, are only a fraction of how difficult it must be to place your baby in the arms of another family.

And I want you to know I love you.

My family loves you.

I love you for your selflessness. For your courage.  And for your willingness to say, “I want more for you, baby.”

I want you to know I respect you. I admire you. And I’m so grateful you chose life for our child—the child we share and will always love together.

With Love,

Shelley