
One of the greatest blessings during my infertility to adoption journey has been meeting other women who are traveling along this same path. Talking to them has brought me great comfort at times when even my husband couldn't understand what I was feeling.
Today at the airport we ran into a couple whom we have known for a few years now. After eight years of waiting, they adopted a little girl a few years ago. (It's funny that we both lived in Houston and yet we see each other most often in the Salt Lake Airport.) I remember when they first got their little girl how I noticed that Sylvia's face completely changed. It became softer and there was a peace about her that wasn't there before.
Today when we saw them, they had added a new baby boy to their family. I didn't even recognize Sylvia at first. She was so beautiful. Not that she wasn't always an attractive woman - she was, but now she just glows with an inner beauty and peace that radiates from her. I can't help but wonder if I've changed at all since becoming Baylie's mom. One thing I do know is that the little hard knot of pain that I used to have in the pit of my chest is no longer there. I can't really even remember what it felt like. Adoption is truly a miracle of love and healing. I'm so grateful to see other families that have also been blessed by this great gift.
P.S. We were dropping David off to go to California for two weeks. I'll miss him so much. I couldn't help but think of men and women that send their spouses overseas to dangerous circumstances to serve in the military. I am awed by them and their sacrifice.