It isn't that long, considering we skipped the first half of our wait time by a fast referral; but it is a lifetime once you have seen your children's faces.
I will miss late night feedings, milk-breath...the good stuff.
If they come home in six more months,
will I miss all that plus her first steps?
I realize that this is one of the things that makes people uneasy about adoption. But to me, these missed moments symbolize something bigger. They show me that God placed me in exactly the right place at exactly the right time to meet my children, in the exact moment that God chose me to become their "Mommy".
Praise God for choosing me for these "moments";
know my babies' names,
and no one can tell me
when their real birthdays are...
I get to be the one
to count the hairs on their heads
in a grainy referral picture.
I get to be the one to wait,
and it is one of my greatest honors.
We knew He already had it figured out.
He chose us to bake birthday cakes every other night, just because we just can't think of enough ways to celebrate our newest children.
He chose us to frame their pictures all over the house, so that Mommy could stop carrying the pictures from room to room.
So when we hit the inevitable adoption speedbump, or celebrate Christmas while half of our children are on the other side of the world, or we blow out candles for first Daisy, then Lilly, I will remember that God chose me for these "waiting moments", and the ones to come.