Being "Present" For Those Special Moments...

[adoptioncoach]

This morning at 4am I felt a little hand on my arm, I opened my eyes to see a small, dark figure at my bedside. No words were spoken. I held out my arms and lifted all 34lbs of him into bed with me as he snuggled in, molded himself to my body (with his Piggy in hand) and wiggled his head under my chin.

As he immediately fell back to sleep I lay there wide awake with my nose in his soft, curly hair and my right hand stroking his soft cheek thinking, it doesn't get any better than this! My heart was so full of love for this child that I felt that it would burst. In this moment where I could run my fingers through his hair and over his face without him brushing my hand away with a "MOM, stop!"...I could love him and cuddle him and just breathe him in, cherishing the moment, just being present. I was in heaven. And all I could do was thank God for the circuitous route in which my son found his way to me because from the moment he was born, from another woman's womb as I watched, I knew that child was meant to be with me. There are no accidents in life as far as I am concerned, but this morning, THIS morning was truly a moment I will treasure always.