Summer is in full swing around our place. The kids are enjoying sleeping in, extra trips to the library, riding bikes and visiting the community pool. The pool is one of my favorite parts of summer. There is nothing like sitting on the edge of the pool watching my three kiddos entertain themselves (with the bonus of them being dead tired at the end of the day making for a GREAT nights sleep)! Hooray, to Little Monkey who has learned to swim under water and we have one brave Big Girl who has mastered the huge slide.
As much as I love the pool – every time we go I feel a pang of regret. Little Man is missing out on the fun.
Knowing that he would be joining us in August, I added him to our family card. Every time we hand over our cards to enter, his tag screams at me. It is not being used. The girl taking tags yesterday asked, “so everyone is here except I?” Instantly tears sprang to my eyes. Big girl looks at me and asks if he will come in time to enjoy the pool this summer.
I hope so.
It seems that we are so close, yet so far away from this process being over. Just a few more documents – just a few more details – just buying plane tickets and booking appointments – just enough to make me go crazy! I want it to be here. I want four heads to count at the pool!
Whine, whine, blah, blah. I know, I need to stop and be thankful for how far we have come and how close we are. Forgive me. Patience is not one of the virtues I excel at.
We sent Little Man a package this week (a perk of having the letter of approval from China is being able to send a package). We sent him a little photo album, some clothes, a blanket, a truck and a letter introducing our family.
How do you write a letter introducing our family? Brutal.
After several attempts we came up with a short letter fit for an almost 2 year old and his caregivers. We included photos of our family, the dog, his bedroom and a photo of the 3 kiddos swimming. Praying that it prepares him a little bit for our arrival in August.
Ready or not we are coming and he has a “swim date” to keep. I am more anxious than ever to bring that Little Man home.
Casting A Stone 