The bumps in the road have given us repeated chances to question and evaluate our decision to proceed. Nothing has made us waver even once. After we moved to our new home just outside of Washington, D.C., where the cost of living is almost double that of our previous home, several family members and friends suggested we postpone our adoption plans until we got back on our feet financially and settled into our new community. Our response was to explain that we could no more turn our backs on our adoption plans than we could terminate a pregnancy, that hard times was no excuse to abandon a child who lives brilliantly in our imaginations. And, gathering our strength and our faith around us, we marched on.
Grace is out there somewhere.
We will find her. We still have a long way to go, but surprisingly, I have been peaceful about the wait. I know await me. My mother, half teasing and half serious, says I'm hurrying through life, and in some respects she's right. I try to slow down and remember that life is long and there is time for each joy to be cultivated individually.