When my wife and I set out on the journey of adoption, we thought we had a year-long process ahead of us.
But more than three years l
ater, we were still eagerly anticipating being able to bring our first daughter, Ryah, home from Ethiopia. We had prayed for her, met her, held her, loved her and every day we longed for the phone call to be cleared to bring her home.
We had no idea the aching we would go through as we watched each holiday pass by without sharing it with our child. We waited every day when it hurt to look at her picture. As we prepared for God to bring this journey to an end and unite our daughter with our family once and for all, we waited. Waiting had become the everyday for us.
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