With my husband gone this week for training and only the girls and I at home, I'm once again responsible for all the ins and outs of household frivolity.
Instead of feeling put upon this time, I find myself thinking about what it would be like to have one more little lunch to pack, dinner to make, bath to draw, outfit to select, and tuck-in ritual to perform. I look in the rearview mirror and imagine a little third someone sandwiched in between M1 and M2. I imagine what kind of activities she might be interested in, the little friends she might make, the boo-boos to be kissed and bandaged and all that kiddo stuff.
I know that it will be awhile before that littler person finds their way here, but I'm trusting what my friend R. said in a recent e-mail, "That baby will find its way to you." I'm a firm believer in the old adage, "If it's meant to be, it will happen." It honestly is the story of my life in so many ways. I can't help but know that we are meant to welcome a third person into our home. How and when and from where that happens remains to be seen.
I'm still reaching out to people in the adoption circles. I also think God is allowing me to glean guidance from those who will be most helpful. As we leaned toward China and I reached out to the agency we were most interested in, I have only had lukewarm responses. I suppose unless we write a check or sign on some dotted line, we're just an annoying e-mail in an inbox. I'm anxious to see now that I've explained our deployment scenario to the Ethiopian agency director if she'll respond to my latest e-mail or not. I'm betting she will...she just seems very generous and genuine with a caring heart for the kids in her organization's care.
I'm trying to be patient. I'm not sure I'm doing very well, though!
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