Tuesday, June 10, 2008


It's 5:00 a.m. and I've been up since about 3:30 -- giving my spot in the bed to Josh who "couldn't sleep" and getting up to feed and let the dogs and kitties out to ramble. I decided to read and answer emails (there have been so many kind words) and read my blogs that I have on feed.

The final one I read was my husbands blog: A Dad's Adoption Story. It was the thing that broke me. I am sitting here in tears. If you have time, click over and read it.

What a wonderful man I married -- what a great father and what a man after God's heart. I am amazed, in awe and in love. I so pray that God gives him this baby girl he dreams of -- that our entire family dreams of. What better father could she have. In all his and my imperfections as people and parents, a child can never say that we don't offer never-ending love.

Speaking of dreams, I suppose all the emotion of this journey and adoption came out subconsciously last night as I dreamed about our daughter. The last dream I had about a daughter was the night our first little referral was born. It remains to be seen if this is the case this time.

My appreciation to "my friend" (Kevin jokes that they are "his friends" too), Sharon, who brought the remainder of our dinner last night -- dessert and drinks. I'm eating one of her cookies right now -- YUM, comfort food. The lasagna "my friend" Jennifer brought was MOST excellent and we are looking forward to finishing it off today for lunch. THANK YOU!!!

1 comment:

Jeanne said...

Maria, your blog has the best possible name, because you share your heart with us every day. It is such a gift to the rest of us. I dreamt of my referral last night as well--maybe they were both born!