I pulled a shiny new 3-ring binder from the school supplies, punched holes in the copies of signed paperwork and family information we had already mailed into the agency and popped open the rings to slide it in. As the binder popped closed and went into the desk organizer I couldn't help but reflect on what lies in store for our family. The process is foreign and a little daunting. That folder will be filled before we have our son and another will be started. The calendar will get filled and the checklist will slowly (emphasis on SLOWLY) get highlighted and marked as complete.
It's a beautiful anticipation to start a new road in life. Everything is easily optimistic, we can't see the dips, the bumps, the long period of waiting. We can dream the biggest dreams and be excited for our future. Our nighttime prayers are sweet as the girls pray for our little man. Their joy is fun to watch as well. Their questions numerous and unanswered at this point, but we will start writing them down - can I share a room? will he play soccer like me? will he like me? How old will he be when he comes home? Can we name him anything we want?
As I take this first stage of the journey in, I pray that I will allow God's goodness to take over my heart on the frustrating days. I pray God's grace washes over us as we face trials that will come before and after he's home. I pray that our family will learn a deeper love than we ever imagined for each other.
The notebook (and our hearts) are open and are ready to be filled.
