Eternity

Yesterday I ventured to Hobby Lobby with my 3 year old son. Boy howdy is that a fun experience. Most places I let him walk but never in Hobby Lobby. I could see it now, "I'm sorry ma'am, but you'll have to pay for that entire shelf full of glass junk vases, bowls, and plates that your son just knocked down trying to climb." Yeah, never let him walk.

I really have no idea why I went in there. I thought about taking up jewelry making for about 2.5 seconds, but that came to a screeching halt when I remembered that I'm the polar opposite of crafty. While I was in there, I did realize that I have over three years worth of Andrew's memorabilia that I've been meaning to put into a scrapbook. So we ventured into the scrapbook section where we found the perfect scrapbooks for both Andrew and his future sister. (sorry about the quality . . . iPhone photos)

Andrew loves his robot scrapbook, and I can't wait to fill them both with memories. After grabbing the scrapbooks, we booked it out of there in order to ensure that no more money was spent and no junk valuable items were broken.

Fast forward to this morning . . . I was essentially kicked out my house. I have a cleaning lady that comes every other week. I'll explain some other time, but suffice it to say, I don't hang around while she's cleaning. Makes me feel weird. So anyway, I was forced to go to Target. I rarely go to Target without a purpose, but if you're a teacher, the dollar bins are awesome in the weeks leading up to school. So after, stocking up on more junk treasures for my class and classroom (I'll stop with the junk thing), I headed over to the kid's clothes.

I know a couple people that will be having baby girls in the next few months, and so, I wandered into the girl's clothes. I was innocently and somewhat aimlessly looking through the clothes, when I was unexpectedly hit with a ton a bricks. Not a literal ton of bricks but a figurative one (like you couldn't figure that out). I realized, I am so ready to see, and meet, and hold, and hug, and rock, and kiss my little girl. And suddenly two years seemed like an eternity to have to wait.

Two years still seems like forever even though I should know better than anyone how quickly two years can pass. It seems like just yesterday I was leaving for college. That was 12 years ago. It seems like just yesterday I was graduating from college and getting married. That was 8 years ago. It seems like just yesterday we were moving into our new home. That was 4 and a half years ago. It seems like just yesterday I was pregnant. That was 4 years ago. It seems like just yesterday Andrew was born. That was 3 years 9 months and 8 days ago. It seems like just yesterday we were sending in our adoption application. That was almost 6 months ago. I'll stop now. You get the point.

In spite of the wait, the stress, the worries, the fears, I wouldn't do this any other way. I'm more than glad we chose Bulgaria. I think it is the country we were meant to choose. But that doesn't mean I won't be praying that the wait times get shortened and the referrals start rolling in. Not only for us but for all the families who can't wait to hold their little girls and boys. And until then, I'll work on filling scrapbook pages with all the important and not so important events that will lead up to us bringing our little girl home. (See there was a point to me showing you those scrapbooks.)