I still am in disbelief that I am having to write this post. We got a call this morning from our China adoption agency that our sweet, beautiful Cooper had passed away.
|Cooper at four months|
We just need a few days to lick our wounds and mourn the loss of this boy we've grown so very attached to. This last picture is the first picture I saw of Cooper. I fell instantly in love. For the first time, I saw a glimmer of hope through our Russian adoption mess. I wanted so very badly to be his mother. I still do.
We don't understand the how or the why of all that's happened to us over this past year, but we can't pretend we weren't led to this path. My husband and I talked this morning about how we can never deny the urgent promptings we felt last July as we were led to pursue the adoption of a child with Down syndrome. I'm sure the lessons will be evident one day, but until then, we're clinging to the promise that it's all in God's hands. He knows the beginning from the end. Until we can see where all the twists and turns in our journey will take us, we just have to hold on for dear life. Thank you all so very much for the support, prayers, and kind words. It's lifting us up through this very dark time!