Yesterday, Christmas Eve, I had a chance to walk the dog between the kids going to bed and Santa's arrival. It was a cold crisp night, but also very clear and I could see lots of stars. As I was walking and looking at the stars, my mind drifted to my trip to Haiti and all the stars I could see each night there. The sky seemed very similar.
Now, Leslie and I know we will be adopting a boy, but we don't know our son's name yet. Leslie has taken to calling him Little Mister. We call Eli Little Man, so the term Little Mister for our second son just fits.
As I thought about the stars, I began to wonder if Little Mister happened to be looking at the stars on Christmas Eve as well. Oh, how we wish he could be with us to celebrate Christmas this year. We really wish he was home with us to enjoy the holiday.
All of these thoughts start rolling through my head on the walk and the next thing I know I'm overcome with emotion and start crying. The emotion is equal parts sadness (that he's not with us yet) and equal parts joy (knowing that it won't be long).
I hope he clings to the thought that it won't be that long. Merry Christmas Little Mister.
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