No word today on the kids. Hopefully we will hear something soon, one way or another. I am not at the point yet where I am feeling overly anxious, but that will come once we know something about our kids. At this point, nothing feels different. Tonight, we came home, we walked the dogs, I cooked dinner while Tadd rehearsed.


I try to imagine it all with children, but I know all my thoughts will not measure up. I need names, I need faces, I need to see tiny fingers and toes, I need history, I need something tangible to post on the refrigerator. Then I will be able to make it real. What do they like to eat? Are they shy? Are they outgoing? What are their favorite colors? What are their unique talents? Do they sing and dance? Do they like to build things? Since I don't know these things yet, I let my thoughts roam and I patiently wait. Every night, I say a quiet prayer before I lay down my head that today my unknown children have a day filled with peace and laughter and that somehow, maybe deep in their little hearts, they are able to sense that we are here, far across the world and that we are real.