Four years ago, I was in Alaska. I was a sad, and pathetic version of myself. I was about 8 months into the wait for Ev and I had just run out of steam to keep myself going. I could no longer be hopeful. I could no longer generate enough energy to get through the day, let alone, make myself falsely hopeful and "happy to be waiting".
Now four years have passed and that little girl that caused me so much agony in the wait for her, is in her room, listeng to her music and playing with her cat and drawing me pictures of butterflies and strange little men named Bill. Now that girl is a healthy, happy ball of energy that goes like a steam engine from the time she cracks her eyes open in the morning until she is kissed goodnight. Now, that little girl that changed everything for me has changed me again.
Four years later, I am about to embark on another wait. Four years later I have been made to see that there is room for one more.
What will my heart hold four years from now?
I can not describe how lucky I feel to have Evelyn in my life. How that, Leslie and I are the lucky ones. How much I love that girl. How much she means to me.
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