I love this time of year and the color of the sunlight. I love that the trees are budding and it is getting warmer and spring is around the corner. I caught this sunset last night.
Right now I am surrounded by memories of two years ago. This weekend two years ago I got the call that matched us to a birth mother and baby. I remember jumping around and screeching into the phone to Charlie that we were going to have a baby girl. He brought me flowers. We went baby shopping that weekend. We register a couple weeks later. We went and met the birth mother and had lunch with her. We dreamed and planned and picked out a name.
And then, six short weeks later, it was over.
This time of year, the renewal after the cold winter, reminds me that the impossible is possible. That the dream is not dead. That my turn will come soon. That we will again be choosing names, buying clothes and telling people about our match. About our baby. Someday I will get to have a baby shower instead of be the one who plans them (which I am good at and love to do, don't get me wrong.)
Motherhood is coming, spring tells me.
PS. I prayed for all of you IFers yesterday, that all our dreams would come true in whatever manner you dream, be it adopting or conceiving.
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