Here we are four long difficult years later and I will be turning 27 within the week with no baby cradled in my arms. I know that most of my more mature readers are rolling their eyes at my age. By so many different standards and people, I am still young and to an extent I would agree to that. When we had our first RE visit, Dr. O wasn't too concerned because I was still so young. Even our adoption agency said that my age would be a benefit and potential mothers would see my young age as another advantage for their child. When I was a little girl, I loved taking care of my babies and even had a baby that I named Baby (unique I know). Aside from playing teacher, mommy was the role I have always loved best. With each passing year it's another painful reminder that I have not met my lifelong goal. I know God has a plan and I trust that. I just wish sometimes He would let me in on a few key details, but that's not how He works. Once again, here we wait; always praying. So until next time friends, always Chasing Hope.