We woke up this morning into one of those last really warm, humid, summer-like fall days. We had many plans on how to take advantage of this gorgeous day for all it’s worth. Smashed in the midst of our many plans for the day was saying goodbye to some of our dearest friends who are moving out of state. We will of course see them again and will even have another time to get together before they leave, but this was our formal group goodbye. What we didn’t expect was for the emotions to hit us so hard! In a moment, we were reminded of years of friendship that carried us through some really rough times. Joyful times too! We were there to welcome baby after baby as they built a family. And they were there to celebrate with us as we made the decision to walk through this amazing journey to adopt. We would have incredible home cooked meals in their house and talk until all hours of the night. They were the friends who you knew you could show up at their house in a moments notice or call in times of crisis, indecision, or just to spend an extra few minutes with. And just like that, a season of life changes and it’s time to say goodbye. But what strikes me is the power of love. Sometimes we are not even aware of it’s depth until a word, or an event suddenly brings it to the surface. And in those moments we are left to realize the power of others’ presence in our lives. All of the life’s treasures, trails and circumstances fade away. And we are left with the gift of who others have been to us and the hope that we are just as much a gift to them. So, after having been flooded with all of our memories and emotions and watching our two friends and their six little boys pile into their van and prepare to drive away, we decided to scrap our individual plans and just be together. We ended up going to the nearby local apple festival. As we walked around the farm with our dog, the sun beaming down on us, crowds of people around us, country music playing, we considered these gifts. We watched wagons, pulled by parents, filled with pumpkins, apples, and little children bouncing along up the hill with their spoils. And we dreamed and discussed how much we anticipate the day that we will bring our child to this festival, pulling the wagon up the hill and treasuring their joy and the beautiful moments given to us.