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A few days had passed and the young couple found themselves in a small hospital room on the 3rd floor of the maternity ward. The room held a nervous silence. The rhythmic ticking of the clock was the only sound that filled the air as they patiently waited for what felt like an eternity.
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Down the hall in a delivery room on the left, a young beautiful, and now, new Mother gently held her precious infant in her arms, soaking up every passing second that flew by; memorizing each flawless wrinkle and dimple on her new little babe’s face. She lightly stroked the soft cheek of her baby. Then with every ounce of love she had in her, she kissed that little baby girl gently on the forehead and whispered softly, “I love you more than you will ever know”.
She was perfect.
She was heaven.
She was love.
That new young mother hugged her small infant one last time and said goodbye. As she watched the nurse walk out with the child that she had just held and loved, she silently prayed,
Dear God,
Be with my child.
Help her be gentle.
Help her be loving.
Help her be kind.
Help her be thoughtful.
But most importantly God, let her know that she is loved.
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The clocks’ ticking was interrupted by the echoes of footsteps walking down the hall. The young couple looked at each other with anxious grins as they held tightly on to one another’s hands. The door slowly opened revealing a sight that brought them to tears. Laying peacefully in the nurses arms was the most beautiful baby girl they had ever seen. Instinctively the wife’s arms, that had ached for so long to hold a child of her own, reached out to hold this new little piece of perfection. She held her new child tightly to her chest, smelling the top of her strawberry blond filled head trying to savor the scent of newness. She kissed her new infant sweetly and whispered, “I love you more than you will ever know.”
She was perfect.
She was heaven.
She was love.
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Two separate stories divinely intertwined.
A story of a couple who could not give themselves what they wanted most.
And a story of a young woman who gave willingly and selflessly a gift that held no price.
This is a story about my sister Jody and her journey through adoption.
This is a story about my beautiful niece Berkley who grew up knowing she was born from her Mommy’s heart.
This could have easily been a story about my Mom’s or even my Grandma’s experience with adoption. In fact, this could be any person whose life has been blessed by the miracle of adoption.
The best case scenario is a story where there’s always a happy ending. Unfortunately, life’s not always like that. Sometimes we get the happy ending and sometimes we need to write our own happy ending. Sometimes we leave it up to fate and sometimes fate needs a little push… as in a little public-blog lovin’-shout-out push.
I have a close friend named Amy who has some pretty amazing stories herself. One of which is her journey of adoption. 2 and ½ years ago her and her husbands lives were changed forever when a young woman chose them to adopt her precious baby boy, Connor. Not a day goes by that they haven’t thanked Heavenly Father for him and the sacrifice made by his birth parents.
Well, Amy and her husband, Lonny, are looking to adopt again. It has been a long up & down roller coaster ride of emotions, but they are hopeful that there is a little baby out there, waiting just for them.
Like I said, sometimes we need to write our own happy endings and sometimes we need to give fate a little push. So consider this my little push to fate…
If you know anyone who is considering placing their child for adoption, please send them on over to Amy and Lonny’s parent profile. Oh, and if you’re super awesome you could put up a little linkage love.
> Amy & Lonny's Parent Profile <
*Just as a side note: I don’t see anywhere on their profile that it says super wicked, Kick “A” Mom and Dad. I think if I had some control I would find a way to edit that in somewhere.
