It feels like it's been forever since we've started the whole foster care process. Technically it's been since November so not technically "FOREVER" but when you want something so bad tends to feel like I'm a kid on Christmas Eve. I have 2 classes left and Bill has 3. We will be done by the end of February so that is pretty. dang. exciting. Now I want to get our home study scheduled and complete all of the loose ends. I feel a sense of urgency to get Stella moved downstairs and decorate the room for kid #3 even though I know the home study person won't really care as long as they know we have a room and bed for him/her. It's probably just because I love decorating and that's the funnest part of waiting! I wonder how much I should decorate just in case kid #3 may want to put his/her own touches on the room.
I feel like I have learned so much from my classes! I actually enjoy going even though they are tough to sit through most of the time. I like hearing from the other people in class and think our instructor is wonderful and educated. There are things that resonate with me and my kids since I started taking the classes. I feel like as much as I try to prepare myself I won't be. However, these classes make me feel like I have options and help out there. Resources. It helps me realize that these kids are only a product of their environment and it's up to us to help them live a life full of love, security and purpose. I feel hope.
I was shopping today with Stella and looking at picture frames and imagined filling one more frame with kiddo #3 and it literally brought tears to my eyes. I have dreamed since I was little of having 3 children and to have it be within reach moves me. I didn't think this day would ever come. I know it hasn't come yet and we don't know how long it will be before we even get someone in our home, let alone legalize any adoption! I just know we are on the right path and it makes me happy. Happy tears! I can't wait to fill all of my walls with his or her pictures alongside Stella and Tristan.
