We are fast approaching our 12 month wait since we were approved from the Ethiopian government. The phone call that we are waiting for is to let us know if and when we need to update our homestudy and fingerprints. We cannot allow them to lapse in any way- this would mean horrible things for us trying to get out of the country. We wouldn't. This will of course mean more time and money, which we more or less expected .
And through all of this I can't help but think how sureal it all is. There are a lot of emotions, work, planning, researching, etc. But to think we will actually have a family after the dust settles is a little strange. Sometimes it's all we think about, we talk constantly about the what if's in every realm of our soon to be life. But the fact remains. You continue on with your own life as others sort through your paperwork and wait for someone to tell you the good news. I feel like it happens to other people, we see our friends receiving their referrals and bringing their babies home. But for us, it just doesn't seem real, like it won't happen. Not in a desperate or depressed way but a numb or naive way for some reason. It's a very odd feeling. Nevertheless, I am sure we will get the shocking and happy news and we will say (after we stop crying) "is this really happening?".
On a side note I was looking through old posts and found one of our favorite songs. And one that means so much to us if you listen to the words. One Tribe.
And within a couple days the same question was asked of us- "Why Ethiopia?"
"Because that's where our kids are!"
I so know the feeling. Tuesday next week will mark one year on our waiting list - and it does seem like it's not real, or will happen. And yet, we wait with peace. Looking forward to seeing you in a few weeks.
ReplyDeleteI know how your feeling in a way. That's the sort of feeling you get when pregnant. It's real... but not really real yet. You just have to go about life but it's hard to not daydream (all day) about the life that's so close yet so far away.
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