You give love, it comes back to you . They looked at me and said, 'You're so small... how will you carry a child?' I smiled and said, 'With love!’ In the late '80s, I adopted Marcus. A single man with achondroplasia wasn't who people expected to see leaving an adoption office with a baby. I heard every doubt, every warning-but I signed the papers anyway. I wanted to be a dad, and that little boy needed someone who wouldn't walk away. I carried him everywhere-on my hip, on my lap, in a carrier l rebuilt three times just to fit my body. He grew into a strong, active kid. Running, sports, lifting-if it involved movement, he loved it. As the years passed, my legs began to ache. Stairs got harder. Long walks, grocery runs-everything slowed me down. Marcus noticed before I ever said a word. Now he just bends down and says, 'Come on, Dad. I've got you!' And he does-steady, confident, proud. I raised him with love. Now he carries that same love right back to me