At work, my pregnant colleague, M., glows more expectantly with every passing week. I am genuinely excited for her (it's her first) and remind myself that choice along with Fate has brought us on our adoption journey. Friends and family post their newborn snapshots competing for Gerber's attention or share snippets of their talented toddlers, the next American Idols, on facebook. We'll get wind of cousins' kids' parties in which we weren't included (perhaps because we are currently childless), and yet we receive invites to family friends' little ones' milestone birthdays.
When I least expect, thoughts of patiently waiting for someone to die float past thoughts of patiently waiting for someone to join (or be born into) our family.
And I chant encouragingly, Appreciate our time B.C.