Nope, no update. I love hearing from those of you who are following along that you're getting impatient for some thoughts about our Wait. Thank you for your continued support. I know we've been quiet lately. We were traveling quite a bit and have a home and garden with which to reacquaint ourselves. We were also in the throes of some old property disputes with the has-to-be-clinically-insane woman who lives too close to us for comfort.
We took a quick trip to Washington DC and are focused on channeling the patience, wisdom and diplomacy of some of our nation's past great leaders. There's a reason they have stone memorials built in their honor, showered with their eloquent quotations. We're still trying to embody these virtues as we navigate the challenges in front of us.
On the very exciting up-side, another couple in our group was placed with their, you guessed it, baby boy last week! He's adorable (again, we have picture proof) and it sounds like their home is filled with the joy and sleeplessness of which the families in our group dream. Any activity at all in our group is welcome news. Four other couples in our group and two others who had adopted previously through our agency are still with us in this Wait. As far as we know, the agency isn't opening up another group at this time, so think at least seven good thoughts for all of us.
In the midst of some thick personal hope right now, I find myself reading the following poem often. Our poetry friend sent it to me during poetry month. I share it with you now to get us all on the hope train together. There are potentially excited days ahead...
Sometimes
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
~ Sheenagh Pugh
