Today is Valentine’s day, kind of. As I began to get ready this morning, I was struck with a feeling of familiarity, a bitter-sweetness that was striking and unshakable. I have celebrated Valentine’s day as a single woman. There is a loneliness that latches on, a cloud of something missing that looms over the day. On that day, above others, a single person FEELS single. And those feelings can go a few ways: a) Bitterness at those who have someone to share the day with OR b) Hope that next year might be different On every single Valentine’s day, I would always take special care to get ready: do my hair, carefully apply makeup, choose a strategic outfit, all because I wanted to look like someone who could be loved, to look like someone who believed her life could change. And one day, it did. Now, as a married woman, hoping, praying, and waiting to adopt a child, it’s Valentine’s day all over again. I got ready this morning and looked in the mirror, hoping
Your "firstborn" came into your life at a 150 lbs.(ouch) And making noise right from the start. You have been a blessing in our lives to be parents to my son Cameron. You took him into your home his senior year of High School so that he could receive the blessings he was waiting for. He loves you both more than you will ever know and so do I. Your unconditional love and support and the guidance that you showed to him is so amazing. with Love always Shauna West
ReplyDeleteWe sure love that son of yours. Thanks for sharing him with us!
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