I just received an email from our caseworker at the adoption agency, with the following subject line:
My heart stopped. Already? After being a bit disappointed last week that we weren't yet able to go on the wait lists, I'd made myself put it out of my mind. Approval will come when it's time.
And now it has!
So here's where we stand, as of today, in our official wait to bring our child (or children) home from Ethiopia:
Infant Boy #25 (with 7 people on hold, making us really #18)
Toddler Boy #15 (5 on hold, so really #10)
Siblings #15 (also 5 on hold, so really #10)
After a bit of a slow period, referrals at our agency seem to be picking up a bit. I know this is all out of our hands, but I can't stop my mind from racing forward to those glorious days ahead.
When we receive a referral.
When we meet our child (or children) for the first time.
When we finally bring him (or them! eek! I can barely stand it!) home.
(and exhale. . . .)