Ahhh....the 27th. Today, marks 11 months since we made our decision to adopt. It's been a crazy ride to say the least, but my sweet son is worth the price...I would do it all again...and I haven't even met him, yet. The last few weeks have been chaotic for sure (Sidebar: Many of you have asked/commented....We have researched every angle of our situation and unfortunately we have no options. Rebekah's state requires us to be agency represented, so going the attorney route is not possible.)
There are two very shining lights, however, that have made my heart smile, this week.
#1 Baby Boy's cradle is setup, laundered, and within arm's reach of my pillow. You wanna know the best part? My dad built it. And I slept in it. So did my sisters...younger brother...and little Nya (my sister's baby). There is something so precious about its existence; I can't wait to see my sweet boy sleeping close.
I am thankful beyond words that I can spend this 27th dreaming of my hope-filled future.