He is gorgeous! We have been studying his tiny fingers and toes, admiring his hairline (so similar to Harrison’s at the same age), and trying to imagine how soft those sweet cheeks are. Our revised timeline gives us hope for a December or January arrival, sooner if things speed up, slower if they become more backed up. We will wait with all of the patience we have in our souls for this little one and we will be overjoyed whenever he makes his arrival in our lives. Until then, we know that he is in very good hands (his foster mother has been taking care of babies since 1980!), being loved and spoiled and delighted in on the other side of the world. There is an amazing peace in my soul with this knowledge, a well-being that sits in my heart while at the same time my head plays with dates and timelines and what-ifs. Oh, the Wait…the hardest part, but the part that teaches us so much about ourselves.
In this first picture he is probably 2 months old.
At five months old (above and below).
Sitting with his Foster Mom, whom I have cropped out for her privacy.
So many people have told me they couldn’t do it…they couldn’t wait ten more months for the arrival of a baby that is already ten months old. And maybe they couldn’t, but I know that we can. I know that all of us are stronger than we know, more patient than we seem, more able to endure hardships and challenges than we think we are. I know that all babies come when they are good and ready or when all of the proper stars or paperwork or contractions come together at the right time.
We know that all children, however they make it home, are well worth the wait. But I would certainly not complain if he somehow made his way home this summer!
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