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When they come...

Today Caleb & I started a stash of special things for our newest little ones - when they come...

Jon and I were helping out at  a benefit auction at the camp Jon works for. While I was looking over the silent auction baskets, Caleb came running in to show me the creations he made in the craft room. He had made three bracelets - one for me, and "one for his brother and sister, when they come."

The only thing I could do at that moment was bend down and hug him so that he didn't see the instant tears well up in my eyes. I let him know how thoughtful and caring of a little boy he is. He longs so much for his brother that is "almost as old as he is, and a sister that is a baby"; and oh how I pray that he has his prayers answered soon.

Thursday we got a call about our paperwork, all looked good but a couple minor errors (for example, a date was written wrong at one spot), so those papers need the small things corrected and then sent back in. They should be sent early this week, and then we will be put officially on the waiting list. Yes, you heard it, officially on the wait list. Granted, I must keep reminding myself that this waiting list means that we will be waiting, and most likely for a lengthy time period - but we will be on the list! And that, is a very good feeling.

Since we are finally (well, very close to being) on the waiting list, I am starting to daydream even more about when they come.
When they come...
I will give them my time
They will be smothered with hugs & kisses
They will be prayed for by a community bigger than they will ever know
I will wrap them in a quilt
We will sing songs
We will dance
Afternoons will be spent creating, painting, baking
I will show them love
They will be supported in all of their triumphs & struggles
Books will be part of their nightly routine
Grass will be under their feet
An older brother will be ordering them around  :)

When they come...
My heart will grow bigger than I think possible
I will mourn their losses with them
I will rejoice with my family, a hundred times over
The Lord will be thanked for the overabundance of blessings in my life
I will love, with no boundaries
I will fight for them in every possible way
We will cry together, laugh together, play together, live together, sing together

When they come...
They will be loved.

God's Blessings,
Mara




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