Just one wish

Every year, in the weeks leading up to my birthday, my very best friend (“she who has always been more like a sister to me”) begins asking me what it is that I want that year. 

For years, I’ve really needed to dig deep to come up with something to tell her.  There’s nothing I can come up with that I need, and not a whole lot that I really want. 

There is one thing that I want, and I’ve probably mentioned it every year for the past four years at least, but I know she can’t do a darn thing about it. I want my child home!

I know that this child will come to us whenever it’s the right time.  Not my time – the right time.  This year, while the unattainable birthday dream might be a referral phone call, oh, today, my true birthday wish is this:

That my child-to-be is happy, healthy, safe, and loved, wherever s/he is, and that his or her heart might be ready and willing to accept parents who will love and cherish him or her forever.

That is what I’m wishing for today.