oh what a special session! meet baby august: a delicate, beautiful miracle wrapped in a blanket, wrapped in waiting arms, wrapped in love. i call him a miracle, even though i think the term is tossed about a little too haphazardly these days. i know i use it quite a bit. for example, "it's a miracle - ruthie's not picking her nose in this picture!" or, "lucy slept past 6:15 on a saturday - what a miracle!" the overuse tends to dilute the significance of the true definition: "such an event, manifesting or considered as a work of God; a wonder; a marvel". however, i believe adoption is nothing short of a miracle in the truest sense of the word. i know from my experiences that adoption is a swirling world of heart-wrenching decisions, leaps of faith on both sides that can only truly be understood by the initiated, countless tears of sorrow & elation, and hours upon hours of wait & worry. but the second my lucy was placed in my arms for the first time seven years ago, all of that melted away. upon first glimpse, she belonged to me, as i did to her. always & forever. and so it was three and a half years later with my ruthie. they were both created for my family, just as august was made for his. here is a family of THREE. a work of God; a wonder; a marvel. in a word, a miracle...
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