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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.

“The mind of man plans his way, but The Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9

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During the times I’m home alone folding laundry or doing the dishes, the silence is so obvious.

I long for a day when I can listen to my kids running and screaming with laughter between the backyard and the house. Hearing the screen door slam open and closed. The sound of a tower of blocks crashing to the floor. Hearing a bin of toys being overturned onto the carpet and the ensuing sounds of imagination at work. Pots and pans turned into drums, dogs barking at excited outdoor games, enthusiastic greetings as dad walks in the door for the day. Bring on the noise!!!