Sometimes I just want to say that adoption is hard.
Most of the time, what I do say, and believe, is that it has been one of the greatest blessings in our lives.
Sometimes I want to curl up and cry over missing a baby I have not even met yet.
Other times, I just can't help but jump for joy that we have a daughter, that my son has a sister... at last.
Sometimes I can not comprehend the enormity of our lives through the decision to adopt a child from a country in the midst of such turmoil and poverty... a country whose government seems to fight us every step of the way. But, all of the time, I am sure that we had to.
Sometimes I can not imagine how we will take a baby from the loving arms of her Foster Mother, who has already taken them from the broken heart of a Birth Mother. I think about them all the time. Other times, I thank God that we are each a mother who has love for this child and each share in giving her life.