I have a special child on my heart today. I don’t know if this child is born yet, or if the child will be (or is) a boy or girl. I only believe there is a child that is ours and someday we will meet. I’m feeling a little anxious again to see this child’s face. I’ve been doing good lately, not wishing things would rush by. But just the past few days have carried with them a longing to meet our next child. To see their shining eyes and tell them they are wanted. They are loved. They are mine.
Someday, sweet child. Someday.