Waiting With Hope

There is a strange kind of quiet that comes with waiting.

Life continues to move forward in visible ways — the seasons change, routines settle, plans are made — and yet part of our hearts feel suspended, holding space for someone we have not yet met.

Waiting to adopt has taught us patience in a deeper sense. Not the passive kind, but the intentional kind. The kind where hope is practiced daily, even when timelines feel uncertain and answers are slow to come.

We imagine who you might be. What makes you laugh. What comforts you when you’re overwhelmed. We imagine the ordinary moments — breakfast together, bedtime stories, walks outside, church on Sundays — and we hold onto those images when the wait feels heavy.

If there’s one thing we’ve learned so far, it’s that love doesn’t begin at placement. It begins long before, in the quiet commitment to show up, to prepare, and to trust that our paths will meet when the time is right.

Until then, we wait — with hope.