It had been a hard day. Despite yet another trip to the infertility clinic, I wasn’t pregnant. Still. So, as the sun slipped behind the horizon, all I wanted to do was forget – forget about cradles and bibs, diapers and rattles, everything that had to do with the baby I couldn’t seem to have.
But life conspired against me.
The adoption process can seem slow, but patience often pays off.
“I’m afraid you’re not going to be able to have your own children.”
Almost 25 years ago, those words were going to change our lives more than we could have ever realized.