THE PAINT IS DRYING AND THE GRASS IS GROWING !

The hands of time are standing still.........Just like the last day of school before summer break. The second hand on the big round institutional clock on the wall is sitting on the same number and vibrating with each tick of the clock but not moving..... Oh, when will it start moving again. (that's how it feels anyway)

 Charts and graphs of what amount of time certain milestones should take place are interesting and helpful, but just like when you take a mouthful of water when swimming and it feels like you're about to drown. Even if you're next to the side of the pool........you still need a breath of air..........I need a breath of air.....I'm not drowning of course, but I am anxious for the next step to happen.

 My mind is racing, while running through a long list of questions....Is he ok.... How does he feel today.... What is he doing....He knows we haven't  forgotten him doesn't he.... I hope he's not worrying about anything....How's he doing in school....I hope he's not too anxious about being adopted....Will he like us....Will we all be able to blend together as a family.....I wonder if his health is good........Blah, blah, blah.

It goes on and on in an endless repetition of questions. Rarely vocalized , but always present.As cliche as it sounds........I know this is what God has in store for our family and it is what is best. Mind you I didn't say easy or fun or whatever. This is what is best....For all parties concerned...The waiting is part of the journey..That I have great peace about and have no doubts. That knowledge is what makes the waiting bearable.


By the way we are still patiently waiting for our latest update.........