Detroit

Here I am living the good life visiting my aunt and uncle in Detroit. I'm having such a nice relaxing time -- took a personal day and medical day (when I get back around noon) and with a long weekend, have four days to spend with some of my favorite people. We went to the Always Christmas store in Rochester, and are going tonight to see the Christmas lights on main street. Add to that chatting with family, meeting my cousin's little sweetie, and shopping on Black Friday weekend in the States, and I'm having a swell time. Actually managed to find a Christmas present for my not-so-easy-to-shop-for-sister, and a little something for my little sister too.
I finally, FINALLY got my cashola off to the agency, only to find out later that the address I used is wrong. So I emailed J to let her know that it is coming, and to get the proper address, and it still should get there a-okay, but I just need to scan and email her copies of my mailing slip and money order so she can be certain that it is coming. I asked when I talked to her today, how things were looking, and with a smile in her voice she told me that she couldn't say but that we would know soon. Soon. Hopefully in the next day or so.
Wish us all luck that our adoptions may continue, and I will post pics of our wonderful weekend soon.

One Year, One Day.

Ahhh, life. That was a sigh, not a scream. Life is good. Now that we are back on track, my perspective is no longer all out of wack. I can wait. I wish I didn't have to, but it's okay. She will come. If she doesn't, my heart may shrivel like an old prune, but I'm not thinking of the what ifs. I'm back to thinking of the whens. When my sweet girl is finally in my arms, I think I'll have waited so long that the whole deal may seem a little surreal. But on the other hand, it'll realen up in a hurry. That's right, "realen." Yesterday was one year since my dossier landed safe and sound in Ethiopia. Okay, so a year ago, I really was silly enough to think I'd be in the final stages of waiting to collect my girl by now. Oh, naive me. A few months after my dossier arrived, I started to wisen up that it might be not until early 2010 before I got my referral. And I dealt with it okay. The wait wasn't killing me like it does some. And now. Well. I'm waiting. I'll be waiting. Probably still a year from now. But I'm not thinking of that either. I'm staying focused. One day she will come. She'd better, or what will I do with all this stuff I bought her! I say that sarcastically of course.
She will come. One year. One day.