On the Anticipation of Adoption

I read this the other day on an adoption blog I read.  I thought it put into words very well how this process sometimes feels.  The waiting and anticipation.

You are almost a ghost in my home, a spirit, born of my anticipation 

In my ears the sound of your naked feet slap lightly on my hardwood floors.

On my face dry the splashes of water from your bath 
In my nose is the smell of your warm and salty skin as I bury my face into the side of your neck

On my tongue melts the sweet of a summer berry you bring to my lips, crushed in your little palm

I see you, 
barely there already in this space where you belong

When you come, When you move from the light and shimmer of my anticipation and 

become what you already are:

real with weight and warmth and laughter

That will be

my richest moment.

Side note - these are not our feet, just a picture from pinterest,

although we are planning on doing something similar for our adoption shoot :)