....in my dreams. Right before I woke up, I dreamed that Wes and I were in Ethiopia. It was just the two of us, and then two Ethiopian ladies walked up to us, one of them holding a little boy. It was our son, Alexander M. (apparently, they were going to bring Elli T. next). So Wes stepped away a few feet with the video camera and starting recording this moment. They handed Alex to me, and I just held him close, and then I started kissing every square inch of his head as tears ran down my cheeks. It was beautiful.
I woke up to a new day. It's Monday again, and unlike the rest of the working world, in the adoption world, you always look forward to Mondays, because that means your agency is open again, and perhaps there might be a spot of news about your babies.
It is almost 3 weeks since court reopened in Ethiopia, and we are still waiting on our court date. I've been pretty calm about it, but honestly my insides are just bursting to hear about that date, especially when others keep getting theirs. I'm sure hundreds of adoptive parents out there can relate.
The funny thing is, I know so many more who are still waiting on referrals. When I was still in that group, I would think parents were crazy for getting uptight about waiting on travel dates. I mean, they knew who their children were. They were SO lucky! But now that we are here, and we have seen the faces of our son and daughter, there is no patience to be had. Just like before when we were dying to just get our referral, now we are just dying to finally go to Ethiopia and bring the miracles of our lives home.
So here's to Monday, a new work week, and lots of hope to hear of a solid date so we can finally buy our tickets to travel to see our son and daughter for the first time. The wait is oh so hard, but oh so worth it.