Wednesday, March 7, 2012

So here we are... wishing, and hoping, and waiting, and praying for our next little angel to come. It's been six years since our little Izak was born. I can still remember his amazingly tiny, perfect little fingers and toes. I remember holding his tiny body in my arms and how content we were to just stare at each other. Before him, I had no idea I could love someone this much. I had no idea how this little person would change my life.

I always knew I wanted children... oodles of them in fact. But until I became a mother, I had no idea how truly amazing life could be. Don't get me wrong, it's not all bliss and butterflies, we have temper tantrums and melt downs just like everyone else, but it's those moments when the world gets quiet and I can see in his eyes a new understanding, or new curiosity and I am reminded just how fragile and precious life is and how lucky I am to be his mother.

After years of failed fertility treatments our Doctors reached the conclusion that our chance of conceiving more children biologically are slim to none. While it's been hard to swallow the notion that I may never bear a child again, I feel so incredibly blessed to have Izak that asking for more seems borderline ungrateful when some families have no children at all. Yet here we are, prayer after prayer, day after day, asking God for the rest of our family to join us. We just know in our hearts that our family is not complete. 

Today we are looking for another miracle.

I have no doubt that God has a plan for us and that somewhere, somehow, there is a child that's meant to be part of our family and a beautiful birth mother meant to be part of our lives through adoption.
We are not a perfect parents, that I know. But I promise you that we will love, cherish, nurture and defend our children to no end.

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