...and moving toward a beginning.
It's finally starting to sink in that I am actually going to pick up Andrew in a few short days. Next Tuesday, he will be in my arms forever. What an amazing moment that is going to be.
Going through this process has been the strangest, most wonderful journey I've ever been on. I'm so glad that so many of you were there during it. I don't know how I would have gotten through it without you. So many of my friends and family have made an impact in one way or another.
My wonderful mortgage guy who helped me figure out the funding to get this whole process started (thanks Joe!); my friends who threw and/or attended an amazing shower; my Aunt Sherry who single-handedly prayed us through several of the rough spots; everyone who offered support and a kind shoulder through all of this; those of you who celebrated with me at all the milestones; my church friends who welcomed me with open arms; and my wonderful, amazing 'summer sisters' who have given me love, support and information that I could not have found anywhere else. And most of all...my parents; who have been supportive every single step of this process. I can't WAIT for them to meet their newest grandson.
(I feel like I'm giving an acceptance speech here. "You like me....you really like me")
I just wish I could find all the right words to tell you guys how much your love and kindness has meant to me throughout the past 15 months. Andrew is such a blessed little boy to have so many people waiting to love him.