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“In this room where
shadows live
And ghosts that failed learn time forgives.
Welcome friends please stay awhile
Our story starts with one small child.
Who spends this night in attics dark
Where dreams are stored like sleeping hearts.
And so it’s here that they must wait
Till someone wishes them awake.
For somewhere on this night of nights
She’s looking to believe…
Here among the ghosts of Christmas Eve.”
Trans Siberian Orchestra
The Christmas Attic |
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January 3, 2007
MERRY CHRISTMAS! |
Since we last
wrote, referrals have been issued for families with Log In Dates
through September 27, 2005...we are getting closer! On November
21, we celebrated the one year anniversary for our own LID with
a bit of melancholy. Coincidentally, that also happened to be
the day that Immigration scheduled our updated fingerprinting
appointment. It has been two years since we first decided to
pursue adoption…WOW! Getting caught up in the hustle and bustle
of Christmas has helped December to pass by quickly, and now we
are just trying to plan activities, which will eat up the
remaining months.
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Tearing
down and building up |
Despite the
fact that we are not physically pregnant, a minor detail, we are
both showing signs that we are expecting a child and our “due
date” is approaching. We have cleaned out and organized the
house too many times to count at this point…the labels are all
facing forward and the towels are properly folded and stacked!
We both have an impending sense of urgency…working on her room
is really the only hands-on connection that we have with her
right now. I’m glad that we decided to stagger the construction
process over the course of the past year.
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Walls
. . . and dust!! |
Friends and family laugh and warn us that our lives are about to
change forever…we can’t wait!! Despite outward appearances, we
long for the days of tripping over toys, stumbling around in the
night, and having our world turned upside down. When Dave and I
go shopping or out to dinner or curl up on the couch to watch a
movie or take out the garbage or aren’t feeling well or have
some spontaneous idea, as we often do, we think about what life
will be like when she is with us…carseats, smooshed cookies,
diapers, boo-boos, bath time, squishing all together on the
couch...
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A splash and smooch of
purpling dawn |
Our adjustments are just that…tweaks, large and small, that will
occur as we gradually (hopefully) metamorphosize into parents.
We are doing our best to prepare…reading books, attending
classes, connecting with families, but as first time parents,
we’re a jumbled up ball of excitement, anxiousness, and nerves.
We are fairly certain…yes absolutely convinced that the extended
wait has exacerbated and amplified our jitters :) It’s so
strange to think that she already is…a someone somewhere.
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Almost finished!
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She is already a
part of us…during this Christmas season, we pray for her
and all of her orphaned sisters and brothers that their
temporary placements will soon lead to loving homes. We
hope that she will accept us and that we can soothe her as
we grow together as a forever family. |
Another year has come and past
Like moments through an hourglass
And at the end of this year’s trail
An offering, a final tale.
Of love, long lost
And then refound
And the child by which
Those dreams were bound.”
Trans Siberian Orchestra
The Lost Christmas Eve
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