Dear child of mine,
I have always longed for you, I pray for you every day; I asked God to lead me to you, and I am patient in His plan. Our decision to adopt you was never in question, but always in the forefront of our minds and our hearts. Whether we could or couldn't have biological children, you were always going to be ours. You were more than a choice; you were the part of our story we were missing until we found you. I remember the day your father and I were talking about having children, and just like our certainty that we’d want more than one child, we knew one of you would be adopted. We didn’t even know what the future held, and it was long before we were ever remotely prepared to be parents, but we just knew.
As long as I can remember, pregnancy/birth and adoption were equally exciting to me. You see, I don’t believe solely giving birth makes you a parent; I believe love does. I felt God’s overwhelming presence and call to us to find you; you, the one who would complete our hearts and our lives. We may not look alike, and you may not have come from my womb - but you were always waiting in my heart, m’love, ready to change me forever when God’s timing was right. You may not have my eyes or nose, but you have my heart and soul. That’s all that matters, sweet child. You’re ours, as you always were, and we’re your parents, as we always were.
Can you tell how much I adore you? I haven’t even met you yet, and you may not have even been born. But I dream of you as often as I dream of your siblings. Can you fathom the immensity of my love for you? I cannot wait to hold you. I cannot wait to kiss you. I cannot wait to feel your cheeks and look into your eyes. I cannot wait to bring you home. I cannot wait to call your name. I cannot wait to know you. Until then, though, I will wait for you.
With all my love, always
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