One year ago today, we met our son.
It was on December 14th that we were made aware of a little 12 day old baby boy in Georgia in need of a Christmas miracle -a family. We, too, were praying for a Christmas miracle. I remember last year as we were putting up the Christmas tree, unaware of this baby boy God was working to unite with his forever family, tearfully turning to Bryan and saying, "I don't want to put this tree up another year without the clamoring of a child at our ankles."
A couple nights ago, I was sitting on the couch nursing Lydia. Brett was sitting on his daddy's lap, relishing his bedtime bottle. "Would you ever have guessed in your wildest dreams our life would be like this a year ago?" I said to Bryan. "Never", he responded.
We still don't have our tree up this year. Presents are not wrapped. A pile of cards are sitting on the table waiting to be addressed. And not a single cookie has been baked. But we have a child at our ankles and a bonus one in our arms (constantly...).
I think my friend, Joy, said it best in their Christmas letter... "I'm so exhausted, but aren't we blessed?"
What a beautiful story about your journey from tearful tree with just the two of you....to the full house you have at this years trimming:) Enjoy your first Christmas as a family of 4:) Kristin, Glenn, Andy, and Megan
ReplyDeleteTears are dripping down my face while I read this post. True christmas miracles. Just print out that post and send it in your christmas cards. It will touch everyone who reads it!
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