passage of time

Weighing heavy on my heart the last few weeks is the passage of time. I cannot imagine that time could go any faster in my immediate life and yet, so slow in the adoption process. It makes me feel stretched. Really stretched.

I say good morning and good night to D every day. And every single day and night I wish he was here with us. I want to be figuring out our new routine with him.

The only thing we know is that he will sleep in our room for a while. That’s it.

I feel like I want to do nothing because I want him to be apart of everything. Yet, I feel that we should do everything before he comes because what if we can’t do anything for a while.

-S T R E T C H-