that adoption would be this hard. It never crossed my mind. At age 13, when I first felt called to adopt, all I understood was that it cost money. Oh if only it only cost money! When Chris and I decided almost 2 (yes I just said 2) years ago to do this, we didn't think we would still be waiting. No one ever told me that adoption cost time. In fact, they said just the opposite. It would be quick. It hasn't been. No one ever told me the decisions we would be faced with. For example, less than 24 hours of learning we would not be getting that baby, we were called about adopting a child from Haiti, and we needed an answer right then (more on that later). Most importantly, no one ever told me that I would lose my heart to adoption. That I would be more passionate about it than I ever thought possible. That I would dream of the day we meet our child. That I would dream of what he/she would look like. Dream of his/her first smile. Or the very first time I can kiss him/her and say "I love you".
No one ever told me that I would be in love with this child of my heart so much that I am willing to endure all of that for however long it takes. Because in the end, it will be worth it when my arms are filled with my beautiful child.