Our home has a loft area just above the family room. We use it as a work space. As we worked through mounds of paperwork for the adoption of our son, I guess it became a sort of "Labor & Delivery room".
In the loft, I read one more adoption book on which I must report.
Before going to bed, I check my email one more time.
In the loft, I submit an online application to Journeys of the Heart.
This is it, I can feel it. Won't be long now.
Friday night 7pm, I am sitting in the loft. Typing an email with
my hair bound up...so unsuspecting. We get the call, my heart
is racing and tears are flowing down. The first time I see his face...
I'm in the loft.
For 5 months, every day...I raced to the loft. Hoping for an update
to see his face. And now and then, there he was...still on the computer
screen...my little boy on the other side of the world.
In the loft, I would sing him lullabies as I watched him change on a
screen. Oh what I would give for one touch, one real glimpse. Is
it just a dream?
In the loft, I became a mother but it still felt like a dream.
The judge made a final ruling, so it said on the screen. Then the much
awaited email, the invitation to meet our son. Right there in the loft,
I feel to my knees..."My God, thank you"...I cried and screamed.
Sitting in the loft, flights were arranged and plans were made.
In the loft, my life was changed.
The loft still holds those memories and images on a screen, but now I hold my
baby boy in a rocker just beneath the loft...Thank you, God---I'm free!
