Today was rough.
For the first time in a few months I had myself a good cry. I miss my baby boy. My heart is breaking for him. I'm his mom. I want him home with us. I'm in a weird place with this adoption. Maybe some of you who have done this have been in my place. I'm in a funk... I make it through the day but... I think about him constantly. I dream about him. I cry for him. I'm in a place where everything we do makes me miss him. Today I took the girls to Trader Joe's and all I could think about was him... how I wish he was with us doing everyday normal things. The closer we get to bringing him home the harder it is. I thought that for sure I would just be getting excited, which I am, but also it's making me feel like time can't go fast enough!!! I want to hug him and kiss him and hear his tiny voice. I want to watch him explore. I want to take him to Trader Joe's and the park and all of the places that we go. I want him home. This little boy that I have never met has stolen my heart. Please Lord, bring him home soon.
We love you.
Your sisters are waiting...
Love is what brought us to this place. We can't wait to love on you.