My wife (posting below) related a lot of detail about the adoptive process…the nuts and bolts of it…the discerner and learner of which she is an awesome example. I don’t know how we’d have accomplished all of the necessary steps without her concrete/sequential approach to ‘working the problem’.
I’m different. Deeply different.
There’s this big long trying process we’ve been immersed in that from my point of view is a hopeless minefield of forms, signatures and procedures. Laurie swims her way through it, I drown. I’m at my best shouting encouragement from the shoreline.
My ‘broad strokes’ are the ones that transport me as quickly as possible across the pond to get me to the moment that I receive a small bundle of daughterhood into my arms. I live for that moment…I’m still a wannabe father…I crave a fatherly reality.
We are preparing for our annual Christmas party at work, both this party and next year’s will pass before I’m able to travel to China to meet the little girl that God is in the process of choosing for me to father. It seems so very long…yet when I look back at the last five years of my life it seems to have passed so quickly. I don’t understand but there seems to be two sorts of time; the time that won’t pass quickly enough and the time that slips so quickly through our fingers that we hardly note it’s passing. I’ve no clue how both sorts can exist in the same universe.
