Dream a little dream

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I haven't been sleeping very well this past week. Last night as I was tossing and turning, apparently I drifted off into a deep enough sleep to dream. A dream that I remember vividly, that has made Nick laugh and has left me perplexed and confused.

Right now in our adoption, we are waiting. Waiting for the official referral of our precious little one, although we technically know her already. So last night, I had a dream that although our adoption agency hadn't given us the referral, we got a call from another agency that said our daughter was in the US and ready for adoption! I was confused because not only had we not received the referral, we still had a balance for the cost of our adoption and for some reason she was here, meaning we didn't need to travel to Ethiopia for the adoption once, let alone twice like we will actually have to (once for Ethiopian court, the second time for US Embassy and to bring her home!). Because of the surprise, I hadn't prepared anything. Her room wasn't ready, I hadn't coordinated my time off work yet, but what do you do? You roll with it! And apparently, one of the first things we did with her was go to Home Depot. What was I thinking in this dream? Maybe I was letting her pick the paint color for her room?

In my dream, she was a teenager, practically an adult. She was taller than me and spoke perfect English. I was so confused, had it really taken this long to complete the adoption? Well the answer is yes and no. We know our daughter is probably about five years old and that, at least a year ago, she is shorter than me :) But it sure does feel like it takes that long.

Whew, adoption timeline on the brain lately. Can't wait for this phase of constantly obsessing over how much longer to be over, but I'm actually wondering if it just gets worse from here on out. (If you know that it does for sure, please don't actually confirm this for me. Leave me delusional for a little while longer)

It comes to an end...

I've been feeling under the weather so I've been off work for...get this...four days. FOUR.DAYS. I cannot remember the last time I had two days off, let alone four. While I've been on-the-mend, meaning my activity level has been significantly impacted (think move from bed to couch back to bed, with a few forced walks in the backyard because Nick thinks it's important I get up and walk), I've still enjoyed spending more than normal time with husface. He surprised me with a stem of white lilies that smell amazing and a card that says I should have some "kitten noodle soup."

 

What I have decided, however, is that things come to an end. I'm scheduled to return to work tomorrow, and it reminds me that each season, each scheduled thing, comes to an end. This strikes me today as I read about a family's homecoming of their child from Ethiopia. I got goosebumps knowing this will someday be us. Certainly not today, and not tomorrow, but someday. And that is enough to make the wait worth it. 

Here's the other good news: only a three day work week for me because Nick and I are attending Show Hope's Empowered to Connect Conference with Karyn Purvis. You maybe remember that we've attended before, last year, but that's the fun thing about this international adoption thing: we have the opportunity to attend annual events multiple times, because it takes just that long :) We're looking forward to soaking up everything we missed last time!

Easter Tradition

I am full of hope, for today we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. It's become an Easter tradition here to scream sing Matt Maher's Christ is Risen at the top of our lungs. I'll avoid making your ears bleed requiring you to humor my singing ability and you can listen to the real thing.