This weekend some good friends of ours were blessed with the birth of their newest kiddo. Only this birth was a little different, as their newest addition is adopted. It was an amazing and crazy whirlwind of events that all worked out beautifully in the end. We visited them in the hospital and as I sat snuggling on their new bundle of joy I had to fight back the emotions. I think about our sweet little girl constantly. Every moment she is not here with us is a moment we could be making memories (however mundane they may be).
As I held that brand new baby, I found myself envious of all the extra time our friends will have with their child. Surely, our little girl knows nothing about the family that is missing her. Nor does she know about all the hours we put into the piles and piles of paperwork. I take some comfort in the fact that she has no idea of the suffering that I go through every day that we can't bring her home.
As I held that little spirit so blessed to have not just one family, but two families that love him so very much and want only the best for him, I am reminded of the miracle of adoption. I am so very grateful for the opportunity to, someday soon, hold our new child in my arms. To show her the love of not just one family but many. I will take comfort in the fact that at the end of this long, long process, there will be love and memories of our own to share.
