The Little Bear got moved to the next ‘step’ today. Every time I think I have it under control, I read a post or get an email or see a comment and I end up in tears (of joy) or skipping around the office like a 10 year old! Or wanting to throw up from the anxious feeling of waiting and waiting some more. Ugh, these next months are going to last FOREVER! On the other hand, the social worker will be here in a week. In 10 days, we will be moving forward yet another step.
10 days, I wonder what you’ll be doing in those 10 days. What toys you’ll play with, what people you’ll interact with. It’s supposed to rain in your city over the next couple of days. I hope your not afraid of the storms, and if it does scare you, and you cry, I hope they’ll hold and comfort you. I actually hope you love the rain (like your mom). I hope it calms and relaxes you.
The first rainy day that we have when you get home, I will probably have to be ‘sick’ and we will spend the day in our pj’s, snuggling and playing (and sleeping) and simply enjoying the warm, dry world inside our house, while the world outside is getting soaked. And then, when you’re a little older and it rains, we will most definitely go outside and jump in the puddles. That’s a promise.