Yesterday we all went to the park. Papa. Grama Di. JB. The boys. Me. Abigail. We drove since it was a little far for me to walk post-surgery. On the way home, my Dad and Mom decided to walk back and Isaac asked to walk with them. Our car ride back to the hotel, while short, felt wrong. It was just Elijah and Abigail, our two biological children. But something was missing. Our Isaac was missing.
As we walked up the door to our hotel room, JB looked at me and said, "He is so our boy." I knew exactly what he was talking about. Isaac is as much our boy as Elijah. As much our child as Abigail.
Our family would not be complete without the miracle of adoption. I would go through every moment of infertility to bring that little boy into our lives. Our firstborn. I love you Isaacc John.
4 comments:
I know exactly how you feel:).
I'm thinking that some of the blues you feel are from this same source...just doesn't feel "right" to not all be together right before and after the birth of a new little one...then to have your folks here and realize "home" includes those we love and long to be with as we raise our little ones...well i just think you've been thru aLOT of transition and change around having a baby -and you are awesome and beautiful...just let those tears come and cleanse the normal loss and hormone change...Somehow when the tears come we get our bearings again and land on our feet...hang in there sweetie -praying for that passport -and love and miss you xo to little abigail and xo to your folks too! YOU too! Tante Jan
this is so sweet.
"I would go through every moment of infertility to bring that little boy into our lives." So true. Thank you for writing that.
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