I'm not going to pretend I know what it's like to wait.
To wait for a child for much longer than 9 months. To wait...for years. Then, to get "the call", and 72 hours later hold a precious 16 day old infant in your arms.
After two blue, and a 6 year spread of time---here holding pink.
She and I have been friends for two years, and all this time I've watched her wait.
Wait with such grace.
Wait, while 4 of us with swollen bellies bring babies to chest.
Celebrating with us, never once showing the ache I'm sure she felt.
Tears. Prayers. Patience. Waiting. Trust. Hope.
"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when the desire comes it is a tree of life." -Proverbs 13:12
Sweet baby girl, you are my most favorite tree this Fall.
I'm not your mom, but I know her, and I celebrate your arrival into her arms. I can't think of a better word to describe you than---victory. You are victory. For them, for me, for those who still wait.
You shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
bringing forth fruit in season,
your leaf shall not wither and
whatever you do shall prosper.
[from Psalm 1:3]
To see her meet her parents for the first time...watch this clip: