Where We Are

Kelly and I spent the evening having dinner.  A date night. One of those moments without kids.  Yet we all know that our kids are still present, just not physically present.   Much of our conversation involves our children.  Recalling those special moments that one of us may have missed.  It is a time for ourselves, but also a time to relive the excitement of our kids.  We tell our stories.  We smile.

We both agreed that we have reached a place where we our content.  A moment in time where we can just breath.  It may be after 3 years of an adoption nightmare, we can finally be free ourselves of that weight.  We get to move beyond those daily dinner time prayers of hope and live in the moment.  

Our lives are good.  Things seem a little clearer, and I am not sure why.  Even the kids have changed.  Just today their teachers were discussing our kids.  They have seen a change.  A change that is difficult to articulate, but a change that apparently has been impressive.  Their teachers are proud of them.  I am proud of them.  

Today was one of those days that just felt right.  I could certainly go into the time I spent at a visitation for the sister of a new friend, but that is a story that more than a few words could describe.  I was fortunate enough to have free time this week, to allow him to spend those last few precious hours of his sisters life with his sister and family.  To know that he was able to create a lasting memory, allowed me to smile as I left the visitation.  Another moment where where  God shows us his existence by sufacing during a time of sorrow.  A smile not to belittle the moment, but a smile at the understanding of fortune.   Not wealth, but a feeling of well-being.