By Branden DesCarpentrie One mom raised me, one my eyes have never seen, and one God used to rescue me…three lives of three mothers gently molded into mine by the Master sculptor—shaping me to look a little more like His Son.  This blog is dedicated to my mom Jane, the birth-mom of my youngest son, […]

By Branden DesCarpentrie Today I paused from my work, and I saw your face.   Those large round eyes were staring into mine.  Your toothless smile curved my own lips upward.  I really really love you.  Last week you ate solid food for the first time and rolled over on my living room floor.   I have […]