Kevin and I have been waiting for a birthmother call since Friday. Those who know me well, understand that I am not the most patient of people. I run to the phone when it rings to find out if it’s the agency calling. It’s not. So far, I’ve resisted the urge to call them. I’ll wait a couple more days. I know it will happen at the right time…but geez, I just wish it would hurry up. At least when you can’t wait for Christmas you know that it’s December 25th. You know, the funny thing is that even when we’re matched, I’ll change to being anxious for the birthmother to call with updates or for our baby to be born. No wonder God doesn’t work on our timetable…we’re never satisfied.
I dream of the day when I can hold our little baby and stare at it for hours. I love watching all the little children at church. Several of them run up to me afterward to visit. Our neighbors across the street, Chris and Lisa, just had a little girl, Kate. She’s beautiful. I’ve been over to visit a couple of times. Two other ladies in the neighborhood are expecting. I can’t wait to join the motherhood club.