Hope

We received our first request on July 26th.
A birth mom needed to view profiles that matched her preferences and the agency didn't have many more to show her.  She had already viewed 30+ nationwide with no success.
The agency wanted to speed up our Home Study approval in order to show this mom our profile.
Yes!! Of course we were interested.

We were on vacation at the time and had to work a lot of magic in order to get some things together to forward to our agency.

We waited all weekend and then on Monday while I was at work I received a call from our case worker.  She went over EVERY detail about the birth parents, including gender of the baby and due date, ethnicity, race, age of the parents.  We were so excited (well atleast at this point I was, I had yet to call Michael). 

To make a long, drawn out 3 1/2 weeks short, after one request for additional pictures and information from us, and much contemplation, on August 20th the birth mom decided to work with another family.

Heartache.

In the meantime, on August 19th we were given information regarding a different situation of a baby who was already born and needed placement.  Within 48 loooonnnngggg hours we were notified that the birth father would not consent to an adoption plan and that opportunity became a blur as well.

More heartache.

Tiny glimpses of a possible dream come true. Gone.

Tears.
Time to grieve this loss of our dream, one created by the details that we let marinate in our hearts.

What would all of this end up meaning for us?
These two opportunities would end, almost as quickly as they were presented to us, for one very important reason:
Neither one of these babies was OUR baby.
Simple. As. That.

So, we are back to waiting.
I don't do that very well.

But there is hope.  God gives us that.  This glimpse of what will be our dream was bittersweet.
We experience the bitter first.
The sweet has yet to come . . .