Keeping Busy

The past fourteen months, Scott and I have gotten so used to waiting.  Don't get me wrong, waiting has never been easy, but it's where we've been, how we associated with the adoption.  One big wait, with a few fast-paced moments thrown in to keep things interesting.

And now, we're no longer waiting.  Yes, there are still five and a half days (Ohmigoodness, LESS THAN A WEEK!) until I travel, but the wait is over.  It's done.  We've passed court, I know when I'm leaving, the tickets are booked.

Which has reduced me to an emotionally overloaded puddle.  I'm coming to the time I've dreamed about for the past year, getting to leave the orphanages with my kids... MY kids!  And now, it's not a dream, it's real.  And my mind is having a hard time wrapping around all this.

Last Sunday, at our lunch and dessert auction, my dear, dear friend, Tonya, put together a slideshow of pictures from our first trip.  I have looked at these pictures again and again, but seeing them on Sunday, scrolling through, surrounded by our friends, surrounded by people who have prayed for us, prayed for our kids, and are living out 2 Corinthians 8, giving out of their abundance to supply our need, caused an overflow of emotion.

Now, with everything, I'm just a weepy mess.  Unless I'm busy.  When I'm busy, I don't have time to watch the clock, and I soon realize another day has passed, and I am one day closer to having the kids with me.  When I'm not busy, well... the puddle in me comes out.

So, whether it's been taking Elijah to three different appointments for a swallowed marble (and almost endoscopy/removal), or taking my Girl Scout Daisies to the Children's Museum, or painting two beds, I've been busy.  And busy is good.  Almost there!