Twenty four days.
On the morning of December 14th I will walk out those orphanage doors and Victoria will be set free.
How can I be so busy.... yet that day seems so far away?!
I think it is that fear, that ever present pit in the stomach, that knowledge.... That there is the real possibility that 576 hours is too long for her to hold on.
So...time seems to drag, the days on the calendar seem to just sit there.
Yet....there are kids to feed, bathe, clothe, love, be silly with, read stories to. Homework to be done, Thanksgiving meal to prepare, Christmas gifts to buy. Recitals, concerts, competitions.
Yes ....Victoria....we are busy as we wait. But you are always with us.
Yes, my almost eight year old girl....We have your stroller and your car seat (so thankful for friends who pass along such things)
We have sweet jammies with snap fronts....as I learned from our adoption with Sophia that those work best in the hospital for access to ports and lines. We will be direct admitting when we arrive home on December 23rd....and our Children's Hospital is two hours from our home....so I need to plan ahead.
Christmas in the hospital....must have something festive yet practical!
We have cozy blankets made with love . (Thank you Ms. H ...for loving ALL our children so well.)
We have teeny tiny diapers .....a huge supply passed on from a dear friend.
They do seem tiny......but then again
Life goes on....
And we can't wait until you dear Victoria are part of it.