Two-and-a-half Weeks

For Hope and Faith,

Two-and-a-half weeks.  In reality, that is such a short amount of time.  In the context of how long we have already been in this process of a home study, it really isn't that long . . . not really.  Part of me is so excited for how little time it really is--knowing that we could meet you both in less than three weeks and that we could have you stay overnight in less than four and have you here for real in only four weeks.  Part of me imagined all along that you'd both be here by our anniversary, March 15.

And even though I know you will be here, eventually, part of me can't help but think there will be some other excuse for why you can't be here yet--another home visit, more references to check (as if any of them were bad), something that hasn't been done yet for whatever reason.  The truth is that at this point, it is so far out of our hands.

And so we wait, patiently, prayerfully, for you both.  Today, I washed and put away some clothes I bought for you two.  We had a very dear friend's, like a sister's, children and new little puppy stay with us, and the boys and your brother enjoyed not going to school.  It was nice to have more children and little ones (the pup, who stayed in my robe most of the day and sleeps on my arm now) in the house.  It was nice to have others be grateful for all we try to do.

I pray you are here with us sooner rather than later.  I cannot wait to have you both in my arms and in your beds in your room in your forever home.  I'm sure that if you had any idea, you couldn't wait either.  I'll call about you again tomorrow. I'm sure they are quite tired of hearing from me, but I'll be persistent because in my heart, you are already mine, and that is what your mother does . . . she never stops praying for and advocating for, nurturing, and fighting for her babies.  Never.

Sweet dreams.
Mommy