She bore a gift unto the world that would bring great joy and light to all the hearts that would know him. A precious gift given with love and now loved so deeply by many; we are so very grateful to her.

Ten years ago this holiday season, your papa and I already began preparing for the day we’d bring you home. The preparations were many, paperwork, interviews, tests, preparing and painting your room, shopping for you, our baby. We bought so many books from nursery rhymes to Harry Potter, somehow knowing they’d be such a part of your life. Our anticipation grew stronger with each passing day; it would be a long nine months before we’d see your face. Each passing day we’d think of you, dream of you. Does some loving person hold you in their arms; do they rock you to sleep? Do they sing to you, read to you? Are you warm? Safe? You need us, but we need you more. Oh what gifts you’ll bring. Oh little one, sleeping in a tiny crib, in a tiny town, miles and miles away from home. We anticipate your many presents and presence, our son, Mason.
May you and yours treasure the wonderful gifts that have come into your lives this holiday season. Be grateful, be kind, be loving and know you are loved.