Whole Parts

I am not whole, nor will I ever be whole. I will always have a hole in my heart, life my life where you belong. But you aren't able to be there, there for I will never be whole.

That was the thought running threw my head. Tonight my hubby brought up adoption again. The first time he brought it up I shut him down but this time I actually thought about it. But could I really care for a child that isn't technically mine? Can I be selfless enough to love and care for them as if they were mine? As if I birthed them? I just don't know. Its so much to think about and to consider.