|Our kitchen clock. A gift from my mom.|
This Saturday is the year and a half anniversary of the day Josh and I announced our adoption to our families on Easter 2012. A year and a half. That’s eighteen months. Two pregnancies worth…..sigh. “Filling the time” seems wrong to say. Life goes on, even while we wait. It’s not like waiting in line for something or waiting for a job to be complete. There’s no deadline or visible end in site at this point. For God there is a visible end. I’m sure glad someone can see it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m trying my hardest, standing on my tip-toes with excited anticipation, to see the end of this wait. I’m doing everything in my power to bring it into sight. A lot of the time my work is just that, my work.