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.