So, we find ourselves waiting again. We wait for information. We wait for a new court date. We wait to travel. It has been 3+ weeks since our file was pulled/closed. We did get some information on Wednesday. Something that I can wrap my mind around.
Will I ever get good at waiting? I am improving. I no longer sit by the phone waiting for it to ring. I am not obsessing about charging my cell phone. I don't check my emails constantly. I am sure that once little one is home...I will forget the weight of the wait.
Meanwhile, I am working on a scrapbook for little B. One that has pictures from traveling parents and updates. I can't get enough of her. Like every parent, I think she is beyond precious. I know, I know, obnoxious. I carry her picture with me and pull it out at every opportunity. I have bought books that I want to read with her. I bought her a baby doll that I want to play with her. I want to hold her little face in my hands. I want to kiss the boo-boos better. I want to play with the soft curls on her head. Most of all, I want to see her smile. I want to hear her giggle. I want to see her amazement at the ocean. Dreams stumbling over dreams for her. (And could someone capture one of the smiles on film???)
In all, the weight of the wait is being shared with a friend who is amazing and also waiting. But, I really want to go on a diet (read...I want the weight of the wait lifted).