Seven weeks ago, our lives were changed forever. Seven weeks before that, our angel had found us, and the time had come to meet her and our new baby boy.
A blur of a day of travel brought us to a dark night in the Midwest, and as we drove with no traffic around us, and only the moon, the stars, and each other for company, I don’t think we realized what we were in for. We talked some, but mostly thought, and tried to figure out what our life was going to be like, and convince ourselves that it was really happening for us, so soon.
Today, as good friends of ours are at the same point in their story that we were those seven weeks ago, I can’t imagine life any other way, and when I read about adoptions that have so much heartache after the placement, I am reminded how grateful I am for the course of our journey to this point. As hard as things were getting to this point, the smile of my little boy looking up at me makes it all worth it.
-Jon
So Sweet Jon!
Rachel, Thank you very much for your comment on our blog. We have truly felt the love and prayers of strangers like you- so you thank you! It was so nice for me to read a small bit of your adoption success, it gives me a glimmer of hope that adoptions do happen! I wish you and your family the best. Love, Sara
Thanks for reminding us all that daddies feel stuff, too. Sammy is absolutely beautiful!
Beautiful!
nice!