Morning Frustration

This post is not sanctioned by my wife, our agency or the new Pope (though some of those might agree anyway)...it's just Aaron.


I'm ready.  I'm ready to know.  I'm ready for a picture.  I'm ready to see the eyes of our next child.  I'm ready to cry when I get that picture.  I'm ready to stare for hours at that picture and pour over every detail of their face.  I'm ready to speculate about how we're going to do their hair.  I'm ready to wonder what their daily routine is and how that's going to fit into our schedule.  I'm ready. 

Paperwork is officially done.  

Nothing is holding us back from knowing.....except time.  This is a hard wait.  This isn't the "your child is growing up on the other side of the world" wait.  With that one, at least I know who it is.  If I had to, I could get on a plane and get to them.  This one is, "who is it"...."when will we know".....and for Marjorie it's "when can I start decorating for them". 

I'm ready.  Any time now.