I am always looking at the forecast. I got that from my mom. She loves to tell me what it's going to be like out there "this weekend." And she has officially caused me to be addicted. I even have the local weather app. And when I know I'm hosting company or having a party...game over...you can bet I will be checking that app at least 12 times the day before.
It's hard to predict the weather though, I would imagine. I'm not a meteorologist, and frankly don't even know one personally, BUT I can imagine that they have days where they bite their lips and say "whoops." It happens. Sometimes the forecast is wrong.
Ryan and I did some premarital counseling for a young couple (and great friends) last night. We talked about how one of us always seems to be realistic or pessimistic (that would be Ryan) about life situations, and one of us seems to be idealistic or optimistic (that would be me) about life and things we are going through. Neither is better than the other. They are both faulty. Kinda like the meteorologist...he/she is just faulty at times. Especially when it comes to predicting the future.
So. We get asked ALL THE TIME about our number on "the infamous list." We get asked monthly, or maybe more, why it costs so much to adopt a child when our country and other countries should make it affordable and easy, due to the number of orphans in this world. AND...we get asked bi-weekly why it takes so long to adopt a child when there are millions of orphans out there needing homes.Great questions.
If you ask Ryan (remember...the realist or pessimist at times), we are just crusin along and being patient as we wait for our turn to get the phone call that tells us our son is ready. "This process is taking just as long as we thought it would. Don't get excited yet....we have a long way to go."
But if you ask me...(the idealist and optimist...and crazy planner...and painfully impatient one of the bunch) then I will tell you that:
we are slowly but surely moving up the list.
currently at #40.
although we are #40 that does NOT mean that the 39 people ahead of us want a 0-2 boy
so maybe we're more like #20???
we have picked out a name (not gonna tell ya yet) and we hope to know who he is by Christmas.
The truth is this...as humans, we can't predict the weather next week. And we surely can't predict or plan for the timing of our little dude's homecoming. Just can't happen.
My friend Beth reminded me the other day that the age, personality, character, sleep habits, eating habits, and TIMING of this child will be perfect for us.
Out of our hands.
Trusting something bigger.
Not gonna keep "looking at the weather." Taking a deep breath today.
:)
