60 Days....

60 days ago we saw Nola's face for the very first time.

It was 8:32 p.m., and just the same way I know what time my other children entered my world, I will never forget it. 



In those past 60 days, life has gone on in our usual busy manner.

We have:

~watched Evan play numerous basketball games

~lunched with friends

~had Girl Scout meetings

~delivered lots of Girl Scout cookies

~went to Dr. & Dentist appointments

~gotten haircuts

~attended lots of Rylee's volleyball games

~worked out

~taken family members for surgeries

~endured Evan's broken arm

~scrapbooked

~gone to movies

~watched Rylee run 2 races

~enjoyed Spring Break

~volunteered in our community

~gone on a Jr. High band trip to Six Flags

~gotten a few house projects done (inside and out)

But every day, in all of the busyness, part of me constantly aches and longs for this baby.

Every time I hear this song, I fall apart.

Today is Day 56 waiting for LOA.
Last I was told (a little over a week ago), we were still in translation.
I had really hoped to be farther along by now.
We have no idea how long it's going to take.
We only know when we get the phone call that it's arrived at our agency.

Nola's birthday is May 13 (Mother's Day) and I would really love to have it by then.

As long as I don't have to wait another 60 days.