Tomorrow Andy and I will board a cross-country train as our adoption journey takes us to a place I never in a million light-years thought it would take us: back home, to Illinois.
That we are going to Illinois now and that we came from Illinois then are total coincidences, and not even as strange as so many other things that have happened in the past three weeks to bring us to this point. The situation is still fluid and uncertain; at the center of it there is a very brave and beautiful young woman and her baby who need all our love and prayers. I will hold Andy's hand tightly as we watch the mountains, then the forest, then the prairie, and then the fields roll by, as we have done so many times together already. Though this journey is so unique, and its territories so unknown, something seems familiar. I feel a sense of destiny, and deeply trust that no matter how things turn out, they will turn out exactly as they should.
I must say I have often come to your blog hoping to read this post. My heart is really full for you - am sending so many good thoughts your way. Every stitch that's ever gone into baby clothes has led you here and beyond. Best wishes xxx
Your words are so beautiful and eloquent...praying for you and yours!
More thoughts and prayers! Tearing up just reading what you've written.
Beautiful pictures and I Love the white bear!