This morning I woke up to a voice mail on my phone. It was from our adoption agency informing me that our boys' aunt initiated a call to the agency and told them she would be back in over the weekend. If she is to be taken seriously, this would mean that the embassy interview would take place this coming week. AND if this happens, I imagine that we will have our boys in about two weeks.
Oh, the times I have estimated "two more weeks" is countless. I am even afraid to speculate a date as to when they will actually arrive to be mobbed and absorbed by our family. At times I feel embarrassed as the dates come and go with no boys.....like I am crying wolf with no proof to back it up. Excited friends come and ask, over and over, if I have heard anything more about our boys and the date of their arrival. At some point, I fear they will give up and shake their heads wondering if these boys actually exist.
They exist. Look at my heart. When I speak, my emotions prove it. The tears that have been shed due to waiting for them is evidence. Look at the sparkle in my husband's eyes when their names are mentioned. Converse with my son about his memories of harassing his new dusty brothers and a grin spreads with pride and excitement. Oh yes, they exist.
The only thing that does not exist right now is our boys' physical presence in our family. This is the ache. This is the expectation. This is what will be so sweet when it happens......and we will breathe a sigh of relief when it does.
The power of prayer has been incredibly exposed and unveiled due to this adoption and I have all of you dear friends to thank for this. Thank you so much. I know, without a doubt, that your prayers have kept me sane, calm and full of hope.