Adoption and pregnancy appear to have some similarities. Well, I mean, I've never been pregnant, but I'm pretty sure.
It's almost 1:30 am, and here's what keeps churning through my mind:
1.) What if she changes her mind? She loves this baby, this little boy. This is gut wrenching for her, I'm sure. Can we handle the heartbreak of walking away if she changes her mind? Can we do it with Grace, the big kind, with a capital G.
2.) Are we doing what you want, Lord? I'm assuming so, because this has all been so gloriously fitted together from the start that I can only see Divine Intervention. But am I fooling myself?
3.) Am I allowed to call him "our's" yet? I know it's not legal, but is it kosher? This boy of our hearts..."Our" boy?
4.) Thankyouthankyouthankyou.
5.) Cloth diapers cost HOW much?!
Oh, ya'll, sometimes my heart is just so full. For her. For him. For us. God, if ever I doubted your presence in my life, how can I now, when you have brought me here?
All the parents we work with at our Center say they LOVE cloth diapers. I know they are pricey up front but save you a BUTT LOAD in the end. I know Jean ( who is a Jester - duh you know this) bought a bunch, ask her? <3
ReplyDeleteI can give you tips for doing it on the cheap. :-)
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