Why do the emotions continue to hit me at unexpected moments? Tonight I am so overcome while holding
little Alani and looking in her eyes.
She is so perfect, so sweet, so innocent. I have only known her for two weeks, yet I cannot imagine my
life without her. Two weeks ago
tonight we had the car almost packed and were beginning our race down to
Arkansas. Two weeks ago tonight
little Alani came into the world.
So many people have asked me if we had wished we had made it in time for
her birth? Were we sad that we
weren’t there since she came so early and so fast? And my answer has always been, no… As much as I wanted to be there to witness her first breath
and first cry, it was also something I wanted Andy and Lani to have as their
own. As we sat in the car for 13
hours, they had 13 hours of precious firsts… and lasts with their
daughter. The first breath, the
first cry, the first kiss, first feeding.
They got to feel her baby soft skin and hold her in their arms. And they go to do this on their
own. My time would come. I would have these firsts, but it only
seems fair that they have as much time with her as they could. Because, you see, these firsts were
also their lasts. The last time
they would hold her in their arms as their own. The last time they would whisper in her ear and privately
tell her how much they loved her.
With adoption comes this sadness. But it also brings with it more love than I ever could have
fathomed. As look at my two-week-old
daughter and wonder what I will tell her when she asks why her birthparents
couldn’t keep her, I think about what I know I can say. I can say how much they loved her. She has more love in her life than many
people will ever know. So as I
watch her in my arms as she turns two weeks old, I think of the love of
adoptive parents who wanted her and dreamed of her and prayed for her. And the love of birthparents that loved
her so much they gave her this life…






