My sweet child,
I want you to know that you are loved. You have occupied a space in my heart for the last eight years. Even though I don’t know your face or your name, I have loved you since the day the decision was made to bring you home.
I want you to know you are wanted. I pray you never spent a moment asking if anyone wanted you. We have wanted you to be a part of our family for a long, long time. You will always be wanted by our family.
I want you to know that I pray for you constantly. I pray the Lord blesses you and keeps you safe and happy. I pray for your caretakers and I pray for your birthparents. I know God holds you in His loving hands, but I plead each day He continues to do so, and that he smooths the path to our meeting.
Each night before I fall asleep, I hold a stuffed bear in my arms. One day, after I have seen your sweet face for the first time, I will send you that bear to sleep with until I can come get you and bring you home. I want you to know that when I hold that bear, you are the last prayer on my lips at night and the first prayer I whisper in the morning. Thousands of miles away, I pray you feel that love.
Waiting for you but loving you always,