Reflections

I have been thinking a lot about the Christmas season this year.  I can remember being a young child and the excitement that came at this time of year.  The anticipation for the family traditions, the lights, Christmas trees, snow, the carols, movies and of course gifts.  As a child there was excitement in the air.  It was in many ways a magical time of year.  My brother and I were nicer to each other.  We were more compliant (in our eyes) to our parents.  This year I am feeling some of that child like excitement and anticipation.  But this year it is about a child.  A child I do not yet know.  A child that will some day be my daughter.  I wait for the day when I will meet her with the same eagerness I had for Christmas when I was a child.  I know that I will have to wait to meet her and bring her to her new home.  So, I wait.  I wait with joy in my heart and the knowledge that someday we will be mother and daughter.  I do not know when I will meet my daughter, but I know that we will have many Christmas days and family traditions together.