Waiting

Painting the Pink Room... Teddy likes to be in the midst of things.

Several months ago, our days were filled with cleaning and preparing the house for our home study visit, or gathering documents and getting them notarized, certified and apostilled.   I've lost track of how many times we've been fingerprinted.  And all the plans we made had the caveat "Well, if we're here then- we might be in Russia."  Then came the waiting. And waiting! Waiting for our documents to get to Russia. Waiting for them to be translated. Waiting for them to be submitted.  Waiting for a referral. And waiting for our travel dates.

I thought that waiting was so-o-o hard.

When we left our little girl in December, we were gearing up for round two of the paperwork… the court documents.  We planned to empty the closet in her room and otherwise prepare for her arrival. So much to do, and so little time!

Uh, no… lots of time. Lots and lots of time. And waiting. More waiting.

At the beginning of this journey, Em and I decided to celebrate our various achievements with ice cream.

I would much rather run around getting papers signed.  That was the easy part.  Or wait for a travel date. This waiting? This is hard. What brought me out of my funk was the realization that I needed to get busy. Call it "active waiting". There sure aren't as many papers to drive around but there's still a closet to be cleaned.  There are all sorts of household routines to be firmly established before we add another member to the family.  I realized I need to use this waiting time to advantage.  There's nothing wrong with celebrating the little steps, too. And when G.G. gets here, we'll be ready!

And completely over waiting. And celebrating!