Do-do-do-do-Dora!

All right, let's be honest... I've become a stalker! Everyday around 11:00 I begin my daily watch for the mailman. I've tuned my ears to hear just exactly when he's at our neighbor's house, so I can be ready to run! This has gone on for three loooooong weeks now. I get this rush of excitement each morning that today might just be the day that our I-171H arrives in the mail and then around noon each day as I head up the driveway, yet again empty-handed, I'm filled with a new sense of frustration, disappointment and a bit of heartbreak. This wait has been so tough. The rest of our dossier documents have come together so quickly and I'm just ready to be done. I want to send our dossier in and get our names officially on the waiting list to be matched with our child. Now.

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.