For some reason, I couldn't sleep a wink that night. As much as I tried to tell myself to relax, I think deep down I knew big changes were coming. We got up the next day and shortly after Brant took off to work, I got the call. Abigail's birth mom was so easy to talk to. We talked for an hour and I could tell her heart was breaking when she told me the situation she was in and that she had lovingly decided that her daughter deserved a better life than she could give her. I won't go into specific details to spare privacy for our birth mother, but she wanted to meet us for lunch that day and by dinner time we had little Abby in our home.
I will never forget the moment we met Abigail, her huge blue eyes staring into mine as if she recognized me somehow. Her fry sauce covered mouth and gigantic smile that melted every ounce of my heart as she toddled toward over to say hello. Her tiny little grasp around my finger and quick affection made my heart do a flip and I found myself saying a silent prayer that I might have a part of this sweet little life.
Fast forward a couple years and we are still in awe of the opportunity we have to be parents to this little miracle. Our hearts are so full of love and gratitude for the family we have become and all that we've learned along the way. I can't imagine life without Abby. She brings so much light and joy to our world it's hard to even remember a time when she wasn't a part of us. We are trying to soak up each moment and not take anything for granted as we stop and smell the roses.
As we seek out another miracle, we hope and pray that the Lord will guide us in this journey once again.