The silence that settled over his room was deafening, smothering every thought in my head as my past mistakes came crashing down on me.

Peter and I had adopted Austin through a private agency when he was only four months old, after six painful years of failed fertility treatments and silent heartbreak.

When the social worker phoned to tell us an infant boy needed a loving, permanent home right away, we cried with pure joy and drove through a blizzard to bring him home.

Six months later, in a brightly lit family courthouse, the judge brought down his gavel, and Austin officially became our beloved son in the eyes of God and the law.