My Jamaican son's name is Bryon. He is 22. Mike and I fell in love with him over the course of a week. He is beautiful and smart and funny. He spent a week showing us the real Jamaica which is magnificent and heartbreaking and so rich in history and culture and so desperately, shockingly poor.
I am still recovering from being away. Work is crazy. Took my sweet daddy to the heart doc. Catching up, catching up. More to come about my new son.
But here's one more photo, the love of my life after we were nearly swept out into the deep. Sweet baby.