In our little circle, we don't know many people who have been through the international adoption process, so I know sometimes it's hard to relate to what we're going through. When I was pregnant, it was easy to find plenty of friends who could relate to the ligament pain, or to share that they too found the last few weeks to be that hardest. But in the world that we are living in, understandably, people have a hard time understanding what our life is like right now. It's all at once beautiful, miraculous, and heartbreaking.
It feels like I was pregnant for a year. And then, after 12 months of waiting to meet our child, we at long last saw her face and feel instantly in love, like a birth of the
most amazing little girl. But she is gone from us, though we love her and she is ours we can't hold her, kiss her, take care of her. For over a month now we have waited, with at the very least another month and a half before she's in our arms (please pray for us that we might be able to travel in May). And I say all of that, hoping not to come off melodramatic in any way. It's just where my heart is, because we love her so much.
All along, we knew that the stage we're at now would be the hardest emotionally. It's what we signed up for, and she is worth it all. We are willing to take that all on because she's our child, and because that's what love does. Love waits, love endures, love holds on to hope, and love goes to the ends of the Earth and back again.
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