I know you're not supposed to measure your self worth and popularity using the yard stick of social media, but on this special day, I can't help it.
Five years ago today, I wrote about the homecoming of our "tree of life," the day Levi came in to our lives. It was after weeks of sorrow, somewhat similar to what I'm feeling now, although the situation was completely different. It was a total surprise, and honestly felt as close to a "stork drop" as realistically possible.
Facebook reminded me, that on this day, five years ago 120 people wished us congratulations. ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY. Those same people were praying for and wishing for a baby for us, joining in our sorrows and our joys.
And those same people, plus about fifty more, have sent condolences, wished us well, and have surrounded us in prayer following the heart break of not bringing home a baby girl last week.
The numbers astound me. I'm just an ordinary person, how am I so blessed to have so many people who care?
What's the point? Who cares about social media? I do. I have felt so loved, so supported, so prayed for in the last five years on our journey to parenthood, and now on the continuation of the family building journey. Maybe you don't always understand how adoption works or why it works, but you care, love, and mean well, and hope for the best.
Thank you, you guys. Whether you are in our close proximity of people we see on a regular basis or part of the crew who's path crossed ours for only a season of life - thank you. You are our village and I can't wait to show all these comments and well wishes and joy filled messages to Levi when he's older...and hopefully his younger sibling too.