One day, I'll have time to blog regularly again.

One day, I'll finish my autobiography for our adoption home study.

One day, I'll think about something to write other than what my childhood was like, and how best to put that into words.

One day, I'll be through waiting.

There will never be a day that I won't think about how we'll meet him.

There will never be a day that I won't wonder what he'll look like.

There will never be a day that I won't dream about bringing him home.

There will never be a day again that I won't think about Judah.

There will be a day, someday, when I'll see his face.

There will be a day, someday, when my prayers will reach his ears.

There will be a day, someday, when I can hold him in my arms.

There will be a day, someday, when I can look into his eyes and tell him how much I love him.

The day is coming, my friends, when this long process will be over. The day is coming, whether near or far, that all of my dreams, prayers, and thoughts will become a reality. Maybe then I'll have something worthwhile to say, but until then, I'll continue to oh so ungracefully give you insight to the chatter inside my brain. I'm looking forward to the day when a picture will say thousands of words, and a hug will melt the rest of my world away.

One day

Someday.