🌿 A Chapter Closed, A Story Forever

 

Over eighteen years ago, I started this blog to share a journey I never could have fully imagined. What began as curiosity and faith slowly unfolded into one of the most meaningful chapters of my life.

This space has held doctor appointments and prayer requests, moments of fear and moments of joy, and the quiet trust that comes with saying yes to something bigger than yourself. Along the way, it also became a place of connection — where family, friends, and even strangers showed up with encouragement, kindness, and prayer.

To those of you who have been here from the beginning — who followed along during the early updates, the waiting, the wondering, and the celebrating — thank you. You didn’t just read this story; you carried it with me. Your messages, prayers, and continued presence mattered more than you know.

As the triplets have now stepped into adulthood, it feels right to pause and reflect. Not because the story ends here, but because it has gently come full circle. The chapter that began with hope, trust, and love has fulfilled its purpose.

This blog has always been about faith, love, and the many beautiful ways families are formed. Those truths remain, even as this chapter rests. Some stories don’t end — they simply continue in quieter, more personal ways.

Thank you for walking beside me through this season of my life. I will always carry this journey with gratitude and peace.

“The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.”
— Psalm 126:3

With love,
Kerri

💌 A Letter to Ru and Miguel

 Author’s Note:

This post is shared at the same hour the first of the triplets entered the world eighteen years ago. Writing these words feels like closing a sacred chapter — one that began with faith, grew through love, and continues to live on in all of us who were part of the journey.

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January 2, 2026

Dear Ru and Miguel,

Eighteen years ago, at this very hour, the first of three miracles entered the world. As I write this, I’m mindful of the time — the sounds of the hospital, the anticipation, the prayers — all rushing back as if no time has passed at all. It feels right to share these words now, at the moment everything truly began.

Ru, I still remember the day I received your completed questionnaire. I had read others before yours, but something about your story stopped me. You were single at the time and had tried to adopt, only to be passed over again and again. Reading your words — your honesty, your hope, your deep desire to be a father — moved me more than I can explain.

You once shared how you saw two dads out with three little ones and thought, “Hey… how did you get those?” 😂 That moment of curiosity led you to learn about surrogacy, and eventually, your path led to me. I know your file had been passed over before, but when I read it, I didn’t hesitate. I just knew. I knew I wanted to help you. I knew I was the one. It wasn’t logic — it was something settled deep in my heart.

Then, before our third and final IVF attempt, Miguel entered the picture — and I’ll never forget the first time I met him. We were in an elevator, such an ordinary place, yet the moment felt anything but ordinary. Standing there, I felt a quiet certainty wash over me. Without a single word spoken, I knew. God gently whispered reassurance into my heart — this is it. This is exactly how this story is meant to unfold.

When we learned there were three heartbeats, I remember laughing and crying all at once. Not one. Not two. Three. Of course, God went above and beyond. Carrying your babies was one of the greatest honors of my life — every appointment, every kick, every prayer a reminder that something sacred was unfolding.

And then came the day my water broke — though the nurses at Abbott told me it hadn’t. “The tests don’t lie,” they said. 😂 But I knew. I knew my body, and I knew something had changed. Chuck texted you, Ru, to let you know I was at the hospital… then texted again saying it was a false alarm because of what the nurses said. Still, I insisted they check again — and I’m so glad I trusted my instincts. The ultrasound confirmed what I already knew.

So Chuck texted you yet again — but by then, you had already booked your flight to Minnesota after that very first message. That moment has always stayed with me. Even before everything was confirmed, you were already on your way. You were already showing up as their dad.

January 2, 2008 is forever etched in my heart. I remember the bright lights, the urgency, and the room filled with three separate teams of nurses — each one ready for a baby. I remember hearing each tiny cry as they entered the world, seeing them for the very first time, and knowing they were safe. I didn’t get to hold them then — something I later realized I wished I had — but even in that moment, my heart was full of peace, knowing they were exactly where they were meant to be.

Years later, when you brought the triplets back to Minnesota so we could reunite, God gave me the gift I didn’t even know I needed — the chance to finally hug them, to see the love that had surrounded them all along, and to witness how beautifully their story had unfolded.

Over the years, I’ve been so thankful for the way you allowed me to remain connected — through photos, updates, and eventually those full-circle moments that reminded me how deeply our lives are still intertwined.

Eighteen years later, I’m still so grateful. Grateful for you — for the way you opened your hearts to this journey, for the path that connected our lives, and for the love that grew from a simple yes. Your family will always be part of my story — a reminder of hope, grace, and the beautiful ways life unfolds.

Thank you, Ru and Miguel, for trusting me, for walking this journey with such grace, and for building a family rooted in love. As your children step into adulthood today, please know how often I still thank God for you and for the privilege of being part of your story.

💖 Happy 18th Birthday to your incredible trio.
What a joy it has been to witness the life and love you created together.

With love and endless gratitude,
A Surrogate Mom (Kerri)

💌 A Letter to the Triplets – January 2, 2026

Author’s Note:

This post publishes at 11:00 pm CST — the exact moment my water broke eighteen years ago. Since their first birthday, I’ve returned to this space at the same hour each year to pause, remember, and quietly give thanks for the lives that began that night. This will be my final birthday post here — not because the story ends, but because it continues beyond these pages, guided by love and the moments still unfolding.

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Dear Xia, Ru & Zhen,

Eighteen years ago at 11 pm CST on January 1, 2008, my world changed forever. I was in labor with three tiny miracles — feeling every emotion possible: excitement, nervousness, gratitude, and awe. I knew God had allowed our paths to cross for a purpose, and carrying you three was one of the greatest honors of my life.

I remember the moment each of you entered the world — the sound of your first cries, the flurry of nurses, and the tears that filled my eyes. Even though you weren’t mine to keep, you were mine to carry — and I carried you with love, prayer, and purpose every single day of that pregnancy. What a privilege it was to bring you safely into the arms of your dads, who had dreamed of you long before you existed.

Over the years, I’ve had the joy of watching you grow up through the updates, photos, and stories your dads so graciously shared. Those pictures meant the world to me — little glimpses into the beautiful lives I once felt moving inside me. And I’ll never forget the first time your dads brought you to Minnesota and I finally got to hug you — a moment I had dreamed about since the day you were born. Later, being able to see you again during my visits to California were blessings I will always treasure.

Eighteen years later, I’m still so grateful. Grateful for your dads who opened their hearts and home to me, for God’s perfect timing in bringing our lives together, and for the courage and love that carried us through that season. You three will always be part of my story — a living reminder of how beautifully God weaves families together.

As you step into adulthood, my prayer is that you continue to walk boldly and kindly, guided by grace and grounded in love. May you always know how deeply you were wanted, how prayed over you were, and how loved you continue to be — not just by your family, but by those who were part of your journey before you were even born.

💖 Happy 18th Birthday.
You will always have a special place in my heart — not just today, but every day for the rest of my life. I hope your birthday is filled with joy, laughter, and moments that remind you just how loved you are.

As you celebrate this incredible milestone, my wish for you is simple: may your year ahead be full of purpose, new adventures, and the kind of memories that shape who you are becoming. I hope you step boldly into adulthood knowing how many people have been cheering for you from near and far — including me.

Have a wonderful birthday, and an even more beautiful year to come.

With love,
A Surrogate Mom (Kerri)