We have been waiting for quite some time (since we began our adoption journey in August 2009) for a child to be gifted into our lives, and I truly believe that every child - birth, foster, or adopted - is a miracle. As we wait patiently for the universe to bring us a (hopefully) healthy as possible child, I can't help but think about the time and emotion we've invested, envisioning what our child will look like, be like . . . Almost three years later, most of that time has passed eventfully with every form completed, every homestudy updated, every service fee paid up to date. In my heart, my affection for my unknown child has grown more deeply with each passing day. With every non-update from our agency, my heart has ached just a little more as we have continued to wait. One day at a time. We continue to hope that life has a way of working itself out. Not much we have control over.
Waiting for an angel
trust in the Spirit
faith in Life's timing
sits with us in each moment
. . .
and each twinkle
brings us closer toour long anticipated celebration
As February's warmer weather toys with my inner cadence, sunshine greets me through my living room window and reminds of the simple miracle of each day. Trees still bare, branches sway ever so slightly in the winter-but-feels-like-spring breeze. I secretly hope that tomorrow's groundhog enthusiastically determines that spring is just around the corner.
thankful that I woke up this morning alongside my loving partner
thankful that I have the privilege of working from home
thankful for my wellness
thankful for the deeply rooted relationships in my life
thankful for the time to pause and reflectthankful for Spirit that guides us through el milagro de cada día