Today is day 82. I felt like this picture represented how I feel some days about this wait. It can truly take it out of you and leave you feeling beat up and worn out. Knowing that your child is waiting, across the ocean, for you to come… with most likely sub-standard care, possibly crying himself to sleep. Well, it makes 82 days seem like a lot longer.
To be honest, I never thought we’d wait this long… God has given me the gift of eternal optimism (is that a gift? ;)). I was so saddened last week to hear our LOA might be another 4 weeks off. Say it isn’t so!! My sweet friend (and social worker) Karla had the difficult job of popping my bubble of hope… and well, it hurt! Thankfully, God reminded me on several occasions since that His timing is perfect. And that His ways are not my ways. And in my heart of hearts, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
So where does that leave me? Waiting for sure. But not so anxiously as before. I am hopeful (there’s that optimism again) that we’ll be able to travel for Shepherd in July at the latest and although not my first choice (duh) I’m not going to complain. After the rumors swirled about no travel allowed over the summer months (not true, btw) my perspective has changed. I just want to get my baby and bring him home. July will be fine, thank you 🙂