Today, I told Jess I woke up with a happy/hopeful/yet sad feeling because I dreamed about our baby again last night. Jess said it reminds her of the times when we used to dream about dating a crush, and wake up with that wonderful newly-in-love feeling, yet realizing it was just a dream. Yeah, it's like that.
I still know, if I could meet our someday birthmomma, I would still be a groveling fool.
I am holding on to the dream that God is writing an ending to the story of our journey to parenthood that is so fabulous that it is nothing short of a miracle.