December. Today marks our 21st month of waiting, and now we’re into the last month of 2010, too. I have always loved December. Christmas is my favorite holiday, for the simple reason that my family means so much to me, and I love spending time with them. I’m such a big fan of the Christmas season and all the wonderful things that come with it that Gregg and I had a Christmas wedding. We will be celebrating our 8th anniversary on Tuesday, the 7th.
Earlier this year – I would say up until, oh, two months ago or so, I was positive – positive that we would be getting our referral in December. On our specification sheet, we left things open for a child from 0-7. It would seem that our wait would be shorter than the typical 0-2 wait. There are questions as to how that specification sheet is being read, however, and it may be that ICAB is actually reading it as simply 0-2. We opted not to fight to have this tracked down and figured out though, because at this point we’re pretty much figuring God’s got a plan and we’ve just got to roll with whatever that might be. So back to the original point, my hope for December is gone and I have no gut feeling left at this point.
Today Gregg and I are taking a trip with my parents to the Pearl S. Buck House, where our agency is located. They have a yearly winter craft fair there, and we’re going to go take a look around.
After we go to the fair, we are going to take a trip to the shrine of St. Gianna Beretta Molla, the patron saint of expectant mothers. I have always had faith, but this trip is actually giving me hope.
One last thing. Some of you who “know” me a little through e-mail know that Gregg’s got something big in the works that could a tremendous blessing for him (and for both of us, actually). If you could keep him in your prayers or even just send some positive thoughts out into the universe for him, we’d both be tremendously grateful J
