In My Heart

Revisions.  That is where we are at.  Our homestudy is going back and forth with minor editing and I appreciate the diligence and patience of our homestudy writer.  It is crazy that we have an International adoption agency, a homestudy agency, and our homestudy writer, all who live in different places.    I was soooooo hoping to send the Immigrations form on Valentine's Day.  Well, it is still my wish for this week!

While I was working out this morning(getting in shape for this adoption:)) my son was sitting on the couch with our dog and said, "I can't wait for Christmas with Min.  Won't it be great for her to know that she has a family that loves her.  Maybe she won't know that Chirstmas is really about giving by then but she'll probably really like the presents."  Then as I huffed along with my P90X he said, "I hope that we have Min for more than a year or two.  I hope that she gets to live until she dies of old age."  And then I had to push pause on my workout.  Yes, me too.  I hope that she gets to live to an old age.  And I can't wait for her to know that a family loves her.  And I can't wait for her to wake up Christmas morning and know that there are presents under the tree for her.  And I can't wait for her to get to have brothers who are truly wonderful people.  I love my sons so very much.  I am a bit biased, I'll admit, but I think they are the best boys.  Sure they are a bit rowdy and the fart jokes can get a bit much.  But their hearts are in the right places and they are fabulous sons.  Min will be getting the best brothers a girl could have. 

My sons love talking about when they were born.  They love the gory details.  One of them peed on two nurses.  One was called moose by the doctor.  One took all day.  One was super fast.  They love these stories and ask for them.  I don't know Min's birth story.  I don't know the details.  I was not there.  And she did not grow in my tummy.  But she has grown in my heart.  And just like my pregnancies I have dreamed about her, been anxious to meet her, been impatient to be done with the process, and loved her before she was here.  And that is part of the story I will tell her.  A story that will include paperwork and pictures from other moms who have loved her.  A story that has waiting and some sadness and impatience and most of all love.