1 Sending mental support your way.

2 I'm sending big hugs via the internets. Feel 'em? If we had a dollar for every grain of sand that has slipped out of the hourglass we call life, we be gadzillionaires. I'm hoping for that spark of renewed hope to set up shop deep in your chest. If you need me to, I'll rub a couple of sticks together.

3 The journey to our Olivia was filled with tears, heartbreak, poking, prodding, guessing, wondering and agony. We wanted to be a family so badly and there was a little person somewhere who needed one...whether it was biological or otherwise. We took the road of uncertainty and reached out to our daughter through adoption. There's no one to say we'll never have biological kids, but we have the most perfect kiddo for our family. I'll be honest, I'm one who has trouble subscribing to "it all happens for a reason." While it may, I can't always get on board with it. It wasn't divine intervention our paperwork was held up, it was the slackness of an administrator, but the end result was the little girl with the big brown eyes and crooked smile who stole my heart. My daughter doesn't carry the name we picked out during the Clinton administration because my niece does since she was born first. Same story with other names and friends, family members, etc. Iraq came and went. But it happened for us and it will with you. I'm sure of it. I don't know the purpose of my comment. I know it's senseless rambling. I've never met you, but my heart breaks for you. I've written comments before and deleted them because I wasn't sure if it was right nor not. I've been in your shoes...I was a mother without a child. Now I'm the best mom I can be with a 3-1/2 year old who tells me I'm her "bestest friend in da whole wide world." That is worth every ounce of heartbreak and twist and turn I encountered along the way. You're in the prayers of a lot of people, including mine.