Two months after my husband and I adopted our older daughter, I found myself sobbing on the treadmill in the middle of the night.
We had waited so long for our sweet girl. In a short time, she had completely captured our hearts. I had every reason to be blissfully happy, not crying alone at midnight.
What’s my problem, I worried. What kind of person does this?
The next day at church, I saw a friend who had adopted her first child after 10 years of marriage. She listened carefully as I described how I felt.