Living vicariously

Yesterday, I met my friend Tricia for coffee. She has a dreamy 3 week (yes, I said week) old baby, Logan, that is just the cuddliest thing going. I snuggled with him for a little over an hour, and it was wonderful. Who needs therapy when you've got that kind of stress relief? It occurred to me that Amelia is quite possibly, just about Logans age right now, and I'll bet she's just as cuddly. I hope she's in foster care or in one of the really good orphanages, so that she gets cuddled. I pray every day that when she cries; someone picks her up and comforts her, that she's warm, dry, and well fed, and that she feels in her soul (even though she doesn't know how to verbalize it) that she is loved.

I have dreamed Amelia into "being", and she is real to me. I have laid claim to her in my heart and she is out there, young and innocent, and vulnerable, like baby Logan, but with an uncertain future, in a country far away.

All that I can do for her at this point is to pray for her safe keeping until I can get there, and cuddle the warm, sweet Logan when my arms feel too empty.

Thanks for sharing your little piece of heaven, Tricia.