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The Love, Laughter and Joy of Adoption

November is National Adoption Month, making it the perfect opportunity to learn more about foster care and adoption resources for LGBT individuals and couples. Throughout National Adoption month, HRC will celebrate LGBT families and their stories of adoption, as told in their own words. Do you have an experience to share? Enter now and your story could be featured on HRC Backstory.

Post submitted by Jason Galvez, Washington, D.C.


Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to be a Dad. Not just a father, not just a parent, but a dad.

I grew up in a very small town in Upstate, N.Y. and in my late twenties decided to move to New York City and pursue a career in entertainment. A few years later, I found myself quite busy in the field. I was modeling, singing, acting and keeping very busy.

One day, while chatting online, a young, handsome and intelligent Filipino pulled me into chat, and many hours later, we confirmed the details of our first date. The entire first date we spent together were spent talking about the importance of our spirituality, and having a family.

Fast-forward seven years, a master’s and doctorate degree, we are now in Washington D.C., married, working, and filling out adoption paperwork. We attended countless meetings/seminars forums and read more on the topic than we thought possible. Finally, the day came where we handed in our birth mother book (the final process) with hope in our hearts and prayer in our souls. From there, we simply went on with our lives.

Fourteen months later, we were just about to sit down for dinner when my cell phone rang. I picked it up and our social worker was on the other end.

“Jason?” she asked.

Hesitantly I responded, “Yes.”

She asked if Eric was home and to please put him on speaker. Our social worker rarely called my cell phone and never asked to be put on speaker. My heart started racing.

She proceeded to share with us that a birth mother went through quite a few books when she was handed ours. After several pages, she closed our book and said, “I do not need to look any further, I know who I want to give this child to.” The illumination from our smiles lit the dining area like an O.R. surgery room. We started dancing to music that was not playing. To say the emotions were amazing is an understatement.

Our birth mother was seven months pregnant and wanted us to immediately start attending doctor visits with her. Over the next eight weeks, we went to every doctor visit, heard the baby’s heartbeat, took home all of the sonograms and started buying the necessary baby items.

The day came when we left our house for the final time as a couple. The next time we came through our doors, we were going to be a family. We got to the hospital, there we sat, and talked, watched movies, laughed and cried.

The moment came when we needed to start pushing. Eric (Daddy) starting counting contractions and I (Papa) held the birth mother’s legs and helped her breathe. Every heart was racing but holding back the tears of excitement was most daunting of all. Twenty minutes later, Daddy was cutting the cord, and Papa had his son bare chest to bare chest. We sat with our son hugging one another, crying, thanking God and sitting in awe at this miracle in our hands.

Luke is now three months old. I am full-time Papa and do not take one hour for granted. We are beyond blessed to help raise God's child, and Luke, our precious angel, has simply brought us together more than we ever imagined. Had we known there would be this much love, laughter and joy in our home and heart, we would have adopted ten years ago! Our family walks on Cloud Nine – even during those middle of the night fussy moments. We are overwhelmingly blessed!

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