We (well, me, really) had chosen the rocking chair we wanted in the baby's room from our small selection that had been sitting useless in the basement. We had asked if he would refinish it for us, but he chose to have someone else do it professionally. And then he and my mother-in-law snuck it into the baby's room one day while Brian and I were at work. And it looked lovely!!! (check out http://ladyhawksnest.weebly.com/blog/i-cried to see the photo)
I mentioned at the end of that post that I wasn't sure if I would sit in the chair and try it out or not. Well, I didn't... Until we got our referral, and we knew that we would be bringing our son home! And even then it took me a few days to work up to it.
One morning, I went upstairs and walked slowly into his room... and I sat down ever so slowly in the rocking chair. I rocked it gently a couple times and ran my hands over the arms that were now so smooth and beautiful...
I prayed a deeply heartfelt prayer of thanks to our great God. And I cried - again! And I imagined what it would be like to hold our little guy in my arms and rock him - whether it be 3 a.m. or bedtime or afternoon naptime...
And every once in awhile I go back up there and sit in it. We are again waiting - now for paperwork to be approved by the Immigration officials. But while we wait, I can sit in that chair and imagine!