|I think that this little guy may be a goofball.|
|He is well loved.|
|Drills while he waits|
We wait. Our file has been sent to Nairobi. As much as we expected the email, it still punches you in the gut. I can not bring myself to look at the calendar and see where that will bring us. Even writing about it makes me cry. It has been 8 months since his referral. It has been 4 months since we met him. It has been 7 weeks since our submission...but the timekeeping does nothing to change the fact that we wait. I know that the calendar is a tool of despair in the process of adoption. After all, I am an "experienced" adoptive parent...can you hear the sarcasm? I was really careful not to plan on him being home by Christmas. However I thought for sure that we would travel in January. And in my mind, I started to think how special his 2nd birthday would be in March. March 17th. March 17th, he will not be home, though. I fell into the horrible trap of having a calendar of expectations.
Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. Psalm 73:23