Today

There is a baby bed in my house.  A baby bed.  The night Justin put it together, I just sat there in the room and looked at it.  I thought, "this room is way too quiet."  It's exciting to think that at some point (soon, we hope) there will be a resident in that room! 

Today I ask that you remember us in prayer as we are considering some other life decisions that will affect our family in positive ways.  God is opening some doors for us and my prayer is that we will have the courage to walk through and know that God will be waiting for us on the other side.

Hopefully, my next post will be to shout "I'm paper pregnant!"  That is the term used in the adoption world when our home study is finally approved and we are officially WAITING...

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  1. Kelly SwindellJune 11, 2010 at 1:33 PM

    Those moments are bittersweet for me. Bitter because I want that baby in my arms already, but sweet because as I see baby things coming into the house, it's a reminder that there WILL be a baby there!

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