I am comforted by the fact that each day we wait puts us on the perfect path to our son. A path that God designed for us long before we even considered taking this journey. In my mind (and please remember I'm home allllllll day long with a four and two year old) I picture this journey like an episode of Dora the Explorer. Where are we going? To our son! Where are we going? To our son! Who do we ask for help when we don't know which way to go? God! He has a perfect path for us that leads to our child and who am I to question that or to wish we were on a different path? Our path has been created for us to reach our son. Each day puts us one step closer to him.
So as I write this, we have been officially waiting for our final piece of paper for three weeks. We were told it would only take two. The wait is long and frustrating, but it is God's plan, and it is perfect.