One Year and Counting...

I recall like it was yesterday, the day we found out I was pregnant with our first child.  We had been married a little over a year and I had just graduated college.  We were so excited, scared, and nervous.  We went out to dinner that night and just smiled and stared at each other. Occasionally one of us would offer up a name suggestion or say, "This is crazy!"  Almost immediately I felt this connection to the baby growing inside of me.  I began to worry that I would miscarry.  Only knowing of my child's existence for a couple of hours, I worried that I would lose him.  The bond between a mother and child is so strong and unmoving.  I didn't miscarry, and Brett and I welcomed our first son into the world on April Fool's Day.  As we celebrated his first Christmas, unbeknownst to me a baby boy was being born across the world in Uganda.  I would not see his face for six more years (and three more children later), but when I did I knew immediately that he was my child.  I knew it in my heart, down deep in my mommy soul.  My love is unmoving and I will not rest until he is home and safe in my arms. It has been one year since we officially began the process of adopting J.  ONE YEAR this month.  Some days are sooo hard to bear.  I think and pray for him everyday, all of us do.  The kids talk about him daily and already think of him as part of our family.  I have heard his voice call me Mommy on the phone, I have seen his different expressions in countless pictures, but I long to see him face to face and give him a big ol mommy hug.  I thank God that He is leading us on this journey and I know He will accomplish what He has begun.  Right now we wait for a court date, where he would become our son.  For us to finally hold our boy, something our hearts have done for over a year now.