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Sunday, May 29, 2011
My husband's parents took us to the Texas Rangers baseball game on Friday. I'm not really interested in baseball, but with seats this close to home plate it's hard not to be interested in the game.
I saw a white father with his black 18-month-old son sitting a few rows in front of us (I didn't snap a picture of the two) and I told my husband afterwards the only certainty I have is when I see white fathers with their black (adopted) children I am certain that we could be amazing fathers to adopted children that might otherwise not get adopted. We met with an adoption attorney in Los Angeles years ago and she told us their greatest need is for individuals willing to adopt black babies.