Biology: the science of life or living matter in all its forms and phenomena,
especially with reference to origin, growth, reproduction, structure, and behavior.
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If you researched our story, you’d begin with the origin of our love, the moment when my head and heart began its connection to yours. God placed the seed of adoption in the hearts of your daddy and I, and the story of our life together was born. The dates and times, first conversations, and plans made are the very first data that you could record. Long before we laid eyes on your dark hair and almond eyes, we loved you, and that love grew rapidly, like a multiplying molecule.
Our connection cannot officially be quantified by science, and there is no scale that can weigh love, but oh my, is there evidence of both. God created your biological body and mine too. He designed our personalities and gifted us with souls. He is the author of love, and the chemist that put our family into motion.
If you study this mother’s love for you, you’ll see growth, and behavior that demonstrates our biological connection in many forms.
Science: systematic knowledge of the physical or material world gained through observation and experimentation.
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///Look at my life and my days, sweet one. Observe my actions closely and you’ll see our biological connection. We could fill a thousand lab journals with physical and behavioral proof:
Daddy and I pursued you, though you were a world away, with blood, sweat and tears.
When I first held you, every last one of my senses burned awake. Tears pooled, my heart beat faster, my mind raced, my skin tingled and my stomach twisted. We were mother and child, and my body felt it.
In those first days together, I slept beside you and watched you sleep. I breathed you in and watched you until I couldn’t hold my eyes open. And so we slept, resting our bodies under the same blanket.
When relationship building was hard, we pressed on, experimenting until we figured it out.
Over time, our relationship gained chemistry. I “got” you and you “got” me. I could look into your eyes and guess your thoughts, presume your feelings. You knew about my chocolate habit and I knew spiders make you shriek.
Now, this body of mine knows you with all its muscles, all its functions and all its senses.
I tune my ears to your voice and listen again and again when you tap me on the shoulder and ask if you can tell me just one more thing.
I turn my eyes to you in our backyard grass, and watch one more time when you plead, “Watch me, Mommy!”
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