Adoption is a miracle, really. If you think about it.
It starts with a child, somewhere, who is aching for love.
And somewhere else, maybe even across the world, is a person. With love to give.
The two meet.
And when they meet, they are already a family.
Love is in not only in the “together”. Love is also in the aching, and in the waiting when it can grow more intense. Love is not bound by time, or distance. Love is not a color. It is an answer to the need of a child without a home.