Tomorrow is my boy's birthday.
He will be 2 years old.
That means he's spent 730 days without a family.
And I considered spending tomorrow wallowing in self pity (it involved eating copious amounts of cake and ice cream).
Like I priced ice cream cakes (killing two birds with one stone...like a BOSS).
But then I remembered how much I dislike whiners, and "poor me's" and debbie downers.
So I decided that tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow I would celebrate adoption, because it is the miracle that will make me a mom.
My first step was to text my friend Jennifer. Her family is in the process of bringing Jonah's future best buddy home from Ethiopia. They are incredibly fortunate to get weekly updates of their boy. Since I can't request updates from China yet, I requested (or demanded...whatever) that Jennifer send me her newest picture tomorrow. Seeing another little boy who is getting ready to come home will make this mamas heart smile.
Step two will involve a very large group of friends gathering at the airport tomorrow evening to welcome Chloe (and her very tired parents) home from China. Chloe's journey to her forever family has been a very long and difficult one, and I imagine a sea of happy tears when we finally seem them step through those security gates.
Step three is to make a donation to my sister who just joined Team Teresa for the Disney Princess Half Marathon weekend (for the record, she is running a 5K, while I will be running around after a 2 year old and a 7 year old...hopefully).
Step four is prayer, lots of prayer. Prayers of thanks for all of the blessings adoption has brought into my life. Prayers for safe travels. Prayers for orphans still waiting for their forever family, and for the forever familes who are waiting to bring them home. And then I will pray, with all my heart, that next year I will get to spend Jonah's birthday with him snuggled up beside me.
And with cake, lots and lots of cake.