The black dress . . .

As I was doing laundry and hanging up some clothes, I came across this black dress. I couldn't help but to stop what I was doing for a moment and just look at that black dress of mine. It was the dress I wore the Sunday we went to go and meet the birthmom of little Noah.
I couldn't help to remember how nervous I felt on the way there . . . not really knowing what she would look like or how she would react to meeting us and seeing Noah again for the first time since the hospital- would she rethink her decision and possibly change her mind!?!
Then I recalled actually meeting her there outside the mall - she was about 5'8" and caramel in color and dressed rather plainly and her hair simply all brushed back.
Then there sitting in Applebees, where she chose to eat lunch, little Noah woke up and I asked her if she wanted to hold him and she did . . . and I even got a picture of it!
Then as we sat with her and waited for her ride to come and pick her up, we chatted a little and gave her a small gift- a memory book of our family and a necklace that had a pendant of a heart and in the middle of the heart was a silhouette of a mother and a baby.
Then came the hardest part- saying goodbye. Well, it wasn't hard for me to say goodbye to her because I really don't even know her but the emotion of her saying goodbye to her son, who she carried for 9 months and delivered. I couldn't even imagine going through all that to only say goodbye.
The black dress reminded me of something good . . . something SO selfless, and a genuine love! She loved her son so much that she wanted for him to have a better life than she could give him (her words). How amazing to be so selfless and to make such an amazing choice of choosing life!