ONE

Two years ago this month, a tragic and defining event occurred in the boys’ young lives that ultimately led to their relinquishment.

One month after that event, in June of 2008, Mark and I began our journey toward them, a decision that will define and bless us the rest of our lives.

For so long, delays and unfortunate timing seemed to be the name of the game when it came to starting our family. The delays started long before we began our adoption, and our adoption process itself has not exactly been a smooth or expeditious one. Many times I have wondered why this one thing, the thing I want more than any other thing, has been so difficult to achieve.

One look at the boys was all it took for me to understand why.

I may not be their mother yet, but I feel deeply that I am meant to be. These two boys, born in my heart long ago, are meant to be my sons. Maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe not. If not, at least we have come far enough to think that it will be soon.

That makes me feel like the luckiest person on earth.

Totally worth waiting for.