Gratitude

Liam gets me up most nights - at least three times - it can be as many as five or six. But, when he snuggles his little face in my neck and holds on so tight I am reminded how fortunate we are. We are holding our son. His sweetness fills our home. I am amazed and humbled by both my boys. How they became ours is a miracle beyond my understanding. In both cases, the adoptions of our boys went flawlessly. Certainly, it was hard. I cried - a lot. I thought it was unfair that we had to wait - that they had to wait. And, in fact, the waiting is long and unfair. But, then I see my boys faces. I smell their sweet scent. I hear their laughter and joy. And, I am grateful. So, so grateful.