Our dream...this little family's journey...it was nearly gone. Not permanently, but for a time.
The roller-coaster almost had us. Call it exhaustion. Call it evil. Call it plain old near quitting time. We were about done in.
And so, unified, we walked into our agency. Words planned, hearts in line, thoughts congruent.
And we spoke.
And we were supported.
And we left.
And it was not okay.
We nearly lost our way. It was an intentional, well-thought out, well communicated desire until it took on a form we had not anticipated - once voiced to a third party.
And we were blessed by timing.
And now we feel grateful.
You see, you don't truly know what you (could) have until you've (nearly) lost it. Weary from waiting. Jaded by parts of the process. Fatigued by the unknown. We could have allowed it to slip away.
We're back. From a different perspective the wait is okay. From this perch, holding on a wee bit longer doesn't hold such a painstaking corner in this antiquated heart. It - the journey - is unchanged in many ways but it hasn't been stolen. Nor have we let it slip away. It's still within arms' reach.
So we will continue to wait. Patiently some days...not so on others.
We will wait.
This fight. The one for our child: it's not over. It won't be over until we win.
And we will win.
Because good always presides over evil.
Because until you believe in something greater than yourself, you can never achieve things greater than yourself.
And this is so so very much greater than us.
So we're off. For a break. Much needed after such illness, concussion, more illness and then the drama of...well...you know, followed by (or is it coupled with?) - you guessed it - more illness.
Daily photo digests are likely to ensue...and if a pertinent update is necessary, words too shall follow.
Until then, be thankful for the journey - as wrought with anguish and frustration, highs and lows, smiles and tears, elation and frustrations as it may be. Be thankful.
No one ever claimed it would be easy.
No, they certainly did not.
...Weeping may endure for a night,
but joy comes in the morning.