Wherever You Are, my love will find you

I wanted you more than you ever will know, so I sent love to follow wherever you go.

It's as high as you wish it. It's quick as an elf. You will never outgrow it...it stretches itself!

So climb any mountain... climb up to the sky!

My love will find you. My love can fly!

Make a big splash! Go out on a limb! My love will find you. My love can swim!

It never gets lost, never fades, never ends... if you're working... or playing... or sitting with friends.

You can dance 'til you're dizzy... paint 'til you're blue...There's no place, not one, that my love can't find you.

And if someday you're lonely, or someday you're sad, or you strike out at baseball, or think you've been bad... just lift up your face, feel the wind in your hair. That's me, my sweet boy, my love is right there.

In the green of the grass... in the smell of the sea...in the clouds floating by...at the top of a tree...in the sound crickets make at the end of the day... "You are loved. You are loved. You are loved," they all say.

My love is so high, so wide and so deep, it's always right there, even when you're asleep.

You are my angel, my darling, my star...and my love will find you wherever you are.

You are loved.

Wherever You Are, my love will find you

By Nancy Tillman

This is one of the two books we have purchased to read to our sweet boy. We met with our caseworker again last night and she told us to start asking around and deciding what pediatrician we are going to use, what school or preschool our kid will attend... start getting ready.

We could have a little boy in our lives as soon as the end of July. That is the earliest, and there is always the chance it could be months away but she seems to think it will move fairly quickly for us from this point.

So, for lack of a better word, I do feel myself nesting...which is hard when we aren't in our house. I can't get his room ready, I can't buy him anything because we aren't sure who "he" is yet... there's not a lot I can do. So, I find myself reading these books and praying for him, wondering about him, dreaming about him, even thinking about him as I get my hair cut, wondering if he will think I look like a Mommy... I know it's all kind of silly.

Honestly, patience is being replaced with trouble falling asleep, daydreaming about "him", tears when I read these books or pray safety and healing over his little heart. Patience is getting harder and harder to rest in.

Any other little kid books we should buy to read our guy?