Taking Forever

Sometimes the days just drag on. I feel like we haven't made much progress since the start of our class 7 weeks ago. We should've been done after 6 weeks, but here we are starting our 8th week. If we didn't have all the bumps in the road, then we would have been on schedule. The whole class is behind, not just us. We still have 4 homestudy visits, so that is 4 weeks. We have at least 3 weeks left of classes, fingerprints, then our forms. I'm going to make copies of all the forms we need, so that will be out of the way. Other than that, I wait and wait and wait. I find myself imagining what child we will get. A girl or a boy? How old? What race (we are open to all)? What kind of horror have they lived through? Will they like us? When I was pregnant, I would imagine what our baby would look like. This would go on for months and the anticipation was so great. The excitement grew and when the baby finally arrived, he looked nothing like I imagined. So weird! I feel the same excitement and anticipation for our future foster babies. I understand how adopting parents long for a child they never met, or don't even know when they will arrive. Adoption is a journey that is hard on the heart. But still many parents choose the path.