humbled.

This afternoon I was reminded, yet again, of the fragility of the adoption process. Recently I have known many who have lost referrals for one reason or another, but in all of those cases the families found peace in the knowledge that their children would be cared for by a different loving family or by the loving people with whom the already live. Today I was reminded that some things are more finite. Today a family who was anxiously waiting to bring home their wee man (from Beckett's former home in Vinh Long) announced that he was gone. He contracted pneumonia and was ultimately unable to fend off the infection. Every parent's worst nightmare had come to pass, yet this was complicated by the fact that they would never have the opportunity to kiss his sweet face or hold his tiny hand. They are living the nightmare that I prayed would not happen to us during every day of our wait. I pray that they find peace, as fleeting and unattainable as it must currently seem. I cannot comprehend their pain. I am heartbroken for them. I am grateful for my child. And as he snuggles on my lap as I type this, I am, and always will be, humbled by his presence.