I love getting mail.
I know, it is nearly a lost art. Everyone got the memo on that except Bed, Bath and Beyond and the Rockford Weekly.
The best and worst part is when someone says that they are sending you something. I literally am drooling at the thought of opening my mailbox to a handwritten envelope or a return address that I recognize. That is the best part. The worst is the waiting.
It feels like this past month has been one big mailbox waiting game. Will our contract come in for our adoption agency? Will our approval letters come? When will the background checks clear?
Every baby step in this process crosses over into another baby step and so on. And with each step comes a few more days, weeks and sometimes months of pause. Time for processing. Time for review.
And we wait. And wait.
Maybe you are new to our story, so you might have this picture in your head of me….. I’m sure you are thinking…that girl…supermodel tall with thick wavy hair and eyelashes that touch the moon…with a knack for patience and a calm demeanor about her.
But, let me break it down for you. I am a 5’3, short-eyelashed girl with a growing bald spot (thanks to post pregnancy hormones) and my knack for patience is about as equal as my knack for knowing when to stop sharing personal information…which since I just told you all about my bald spot, you can see that I clearly have no “knack”.
That is a very detailed way to tell you that I am impatient.
But, for what I lose in patience, I make up for in babble. So, that’s kind of awesome, right? Expecially for Scott. An impatient babbler. Every man’s dream girl.
So, while Scott and I spend our days waiting, thankfully we have a gorgeous little 4 month old at home who is keeping us busy with laughter, a lovely home filled with the scent of homemade cookies and this website, a place where I can give out just a smidge too much information about myself.