Our Journey East (A little farther east): Celebrations

Celebrations!

It is amazing to see over the course of the past 26 months just how much our gal has been loved. People have donated their time, goods, money, all to bring this little gal home.

Over the past couple of weeks, I have been lucky enough to have three showers thrown in honor of her. This process has been such a long journey, so celebrating was something that I was looking forward to. Both Michael and I were blown away by the gifts that people brought not just from the registry but also all the handmade goodies she received. Lots of thought, heart, and love went into each and every gift, no matter if it came from a store or not.

My friend made this bag for her out of the bridesmaid dress
she wore at our wedding.

Words and prayers were spoken over her. Such a great reminder for this momma that she was ours before time began. God knew she would be a Bowden, even before the Bowden’s were the Bowden’s. I was also reminded that she is on loan to us for a short time. She is not our possession that has been entrusted to us for a period. That is something that we take very seriously.

One of the side effects of adoption has finally hit. Some friends had told me, this might come and so far I have been able to battle it, but I find that as the days wear on, the battle is becoming harder.

I had been told to be careful, once you get her picture the longing to get her home will be intense. Those months as you wait will be the harder it will be. I have been ok thus far. Ok with the wait, full well knowing that we were getting time to prepare the house and such. Time we so desperately needed. But once the last shower was over something happened. I had the urge to GO and GO right now. I did not want to wait any longer, did not want her to sit in the orphanage any longer. Did not want to be apart from my child any longer. I am READY to get her here.

I am thankful that we are doing so much at the last minute in regards to her room and such. It is to hard to look at her stuff without her here. To hard to imagine her sitting and reading all those books, to hard to stare at the crib knowing she should be in it.