The short story about the long wait

It took us three years from the start of our adoption journey to when we finally brought Anjali home. As much as I wanted to blog about it, I knew that it would sound like a rant. The wait was hard but now with Anju at home, I am able to look at it with the right perspective. Anjali needed us to wait for her and be patient. The weight of the wait made us stronger and showed us how little we really have in our control. Things happen when they are meant to.  I wrote Anju a poem while I was waiting for her and wanted to share it. It pretty much sums up how I felt during the 9 month wait that we had to endure before bringing our baby home.

Dearest Anjali,

As I count down the days to meet you,

I tell my anxious heart to take comfort

In the beauty that is this miracle

Leading from you to me.

Waiting for you, I have accepted myself.

Waiting for you, I have been humbled.

Waiting for you, I have been made stronger.

Waiting for you, the smallest joys don’t go unnoticed.

I ask the wind to tell you of my love

The birds to sing your praises every morning.

The rain to show you the rhythm of life

And sun to warm your spirits.

I long to hold you in arms,

To hear your joyous laughter,

To sing you to sleep.

And to cry as your tears fall.

Loving you is a divine gift.

I am the mirror to show your whole.

May we dance together

In joy, love and harmony.