Roger may look American, but he’s actually a hockey-playing (Vancouver Canucks- and San Jose Sharks-loving) Canadian.
What I love most about Roger is his compassion. He is the biggest hearted, most patient, supportive, kind and generous man I know.
I love him most when I see him giving his love to others. He takes his aunties, who have no children, out to lunch for Mother’s Day. He’ll help his mom lug flagstones to decorate her backyard. He’ll make time to spend with a lonely friend when he’s down.
He is incredibly patient with the children in our lives, including our niece and nephew, who are also adopted.
He doesn’t lose his cool, no matter how bad things get -- like the time he was alone with screaming toddlers, and one of our dogs decided to go to bathroom on the carpet (true story).
I can’t wait to see Roger wiping away tears and fixing up a booboo. I envision many holidays with Roger hoisting our child on his shoulders to see the parades that pass by our neighborhood.
And with soccer fields down the street, I can’t wait to see Roger with his coach’s whistle, lugging a net full of soccer balls, with our child’s hand in his, ready to play ball.