I am such an impatient person.
I confess that right here. Right now.
My heart is aching for my little one. As I watched my kids at the dinner table last night, eating chicken, and salad and rice, joking with us….and I glanced over and saw that empty chair and my heart ached. I wondered, what is she doing right now? Sleeping? Just waking up? With that sweet sleepy smell and the bed head? Does she have someone to cuddle her?
I want to hear the sound of her little feet running down the hallway to our room in the morning. Asking if she can get up- or climbing into bed for a snuggle. I want to hear Katie and her sweet sister playing together.
I am longing to see Jack read to her. And Sammy make her laugh with abandon. I want to watch Michael lift her high over his head while she squeals. I want to listen to them praying together. I want to give that sweet girl bubble baths, and hug away the bad dreams in the middle of the night.
I am one of many momma's out there waiting for their little ones. Be it in their belly, or in their heart. I am feeling the distance right now. My heart is praying. My heart is aching.
While she doesn't even realize it, her family is loving her. And praying for her. And longing for her to come home.
So, I wait. Paperwork has no time. People in government offices have no priority for whose paperwork gets processed first. So I wait. And Michael waits.
Sweet one, we are here. We love you already. We are praying. And we will wait forever if we have to.