Momma Bird

We discover a small miracle....

A momma bird is perched up in the bedroom window of Boy #3. 

We can see her.  Right there.  

We look out the window and admire how she takes care of her eggs. 

And I can't help but hope that this momma bird is telling me,
"Trust God, Baby J will be with you soon." 

So we wait.  We wait for her eggs to hatch.
We wait for the email from Haiti.  We wait.

Oh, but what days of rejoicing are ahead....