Redeeming the time
If you have read my blog at all, you know that we believe that adoption is a beautiful gift. But, as with natural childbirth, it comes with pain. Part of the pain that comes with adoption is the time missed… the days our child has lived not even knowing of our love – of our arms that ache to hold him, or our hearts that are filled with him as our precious second child. While we waited to pass court, we had one of the hardest days of our adoption journey... And we could not even tell you about it. I had hoped with all my heart that we would have passed court by then, but it was not to be so. March 23. The day our son turned one. I have a folder full of photos from this day... and not one includes a picture of him. I have a sense that Abel will not be frustrated over not celebrating his first birthday at our house. But I was. Isn't celebrating a child's first birthday a landmark for a mother? Isn't celebrating the first birthday a moth...