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I’ve waited a lifetime to have someone call me mommy, to watch my child eat in his high chair, and to caress the little body at bath time and dressing time. Little Tin is more than a mother could ask for. What’s his story? His story is this – the stork delivered him to the wrong house and so he spent nine months on a bumpy road till two fairy godmothers (yes, that would be a same sex couple) plucked him out and delivered him to the right house, the one with two mommies.

You cannot explain to a person the desire to have a child, to nurture and to nudge them on into a life of their own. And life being what it is, sometimes overburdens some people with gifts they cannot handle, and others spend a lifetime wanting the gift of a child. It’s a crazy mixed up world but in the end, we got the baby that was meant for us – and that would be this little boy chowing down on his bananas and egg.

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