realistically, i know to expect a lot of waiting. that's pretty much the one thing i've been guaranteed about the adoption process: we will wait. and also wait. and then after that? wait some more.
but i've secretly harbored this hope that our case will be the anomaly, the one that progresses like a whirlwind and ends up with our fifth child tucked safely in bed just down the hall in, say, two months' time. because we all know someone with a miracle story like this, and so we think, we hope: it can be done. that will be us.
but yeah, so far we're the ninety-nine point nine percent. and so we wait.
[in december we were accepted into holt's ethiopia program. currently, we're waiting for our scheduled doctors' appointments to happen; we are all required a physical assessment before our homestudy can begin.]
on wednesday a friend echoed the very phrase i've been turning in my head, over and again: this is the year. this is the year we meet our next little, the year our family stretches and grows in ways that will be amazing and exhausting and wonderful.
i'm so, so glad.
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