The Beginning of the Journey

Wow! Bryson James, where do I even begin... Let me start by explaining the reason for this blog. When I was growing up my mom kept a journal for me. Every entry was written as if she was talking to me, and now that she has passed, it is one of my most cherished possessions. Times have changed a little and not only do I want to write to you, I want you to know what others have to say also, so this is open to friends and family. One day, when you look back upon this, I hope it will provide you insight into your past, how far you have come, and how truly special you are. You were given a gift - your passion, strength, desire, and perseverance is absolutely amazing.

On May 13th, 2010 you came home to me. I met you in mid April and spent a few days with you and I had no doubts in my mind that you were supposed to be my forever child. Our trip was not without its glitches though as I missed the flight to get to you and the social workers from Idaho had to drive you four hours to Salt Lake City Utah to meet us where we quickly went through security and boarded our plane. If I only knew what you were thinking, leaving life as you knew it behind and on a plane with two strangers (Nancy and I) for over four hours. You survived though, we feed you a LOT and sang a lot of songs and needless to say, at midnight, when we finally arrived home, you were ready for bed. I am not sure you will ever really realize how many people were waiting for you, how many people loved you before they ever met you, and the life you would soon be living. All this aside, I know you knew the love I had for you and that you were finally safe and protected.