I heave a sigh of relief for another life rescued and passed on into capable, willing, and loving hands. A forever family found for a little one that we have had for 18 months. This little boy, a miracle to even be alive, a miracle to now be healthy and strong.
I am thankful for these precious adoptive parents who have loved and accepted this little one without prejudice.
I see the twinkle in the father’s bright blue eyes, the joy that lights up his whole face as he holds his new son.
I see the gentleness in the eyes of the mother. The sweet caress and coo of her voice… how can this little one not be wooed into her love.
I see the fruit of their dedication and love in their older son, adopted as well. He hops about asking questions about his new little brother. Oh, the fun the two of them will have!
My heart gives a sigh. How I will miss his big brown eyes! For a moment the tears cling to my eyelashes and then splash down my cheeks. Tears of letting go, tears of relief, but mostly tears of joy.
It is often between life and death that I find myself standing. Today, it was life. Today it was beautiful and rewarding. Today I feel that hurt of letting go but I feel the overwhelming peace that hope brings.
What a special time of year to be involved in adoption. Jesus, the Son of God, adopted by Joseph. I remember how I too am adopted by God and the joy He must have at holding me, his child. I think I will crawl into His lap for awhile and let him woo me.
You are home where you belong, safe with Mommy and Daddy.