Nathan and I got the chance to step out of our comfort zone and visit a bed and breakfast for the first time this weekend. Now that the adoption has the possibility of becoming a reality at any time, I wanted to get away and dedicate an entire weekend to writing Poppy's book, and the b & b seemed like a nice backdrop for what I wanted to do. It turned out to be perfect, and the home-cooked, best breakfast I've ever had was just a bonus.
Taking the time to let my mind go back and retrace Poppy's birth and the months leading up to it was good, even rejuvenating. Already it's April, nearly five months since she was here, yet in many ways it seems like so much longer, and revisiting my old posts reminded me of so much I've already forgotten. As I re-traveled our journey and poured my words into the chapters of the book, the thing that stood out to me above everything else was the beauty that God wove through our story.
When I look back, I am filled with gratefulness over what we were given. I know that doesn't make sense. But God blew away every expectation from the very start, so I guess I should stop being surprised, and just recognize that it has nothing to do with me and everything to do with Him. Now that I look at my book, almost complete, what I see is a love story.