While she sleeps, I ponder, repeating silently,
“Only ten more days”
It has been over eleven hundred and fifty days
Since we hugged her.
And tears drip slowly as I muse,
What have we missed?
So much has changed in these three years
She’s changed. We’ve changed.
Yet . . .
I am thankful,
I WILL hug her again . . .
In only ten more days
I will sing praises to the God of Glory
Who gives us life and our own story
Who brings our child home again . . .
In only ten more days!
As she sleeps, I wait, and smile.