"Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!"
Such simple words, but such a hard reality at times.
We had a fantastic Christmas, but I didn't sleep much. We were knocked off our feet by a very intense illness (but not the Flu, thank the Lord!) that kept us quarantined for over a week. We were all well just 2 days before Christmas.
So that meant Mom had to pull Christmas out of a hat. It was not easy.
I was so relieved when Christmas was over, so I could concentrate on what I have been guiltily pushing aside: We travel in the middle of January!
We have just over two weeks to finish getting ready, then we will be gone for 10 days! We have bags to purchase so we can pack, we have outfits to figure out, since it is the dead of a very cold Winter there, and here it is sort of a "Meh" Winter.
We have gifts to choose, plans to make for those staying behind, timelines to figure out.
And nerves to calm.
Will they like us? Will we feel the pull that the photos seemed to draw us in with? Will the seeds of love start to sprout?
There is no way for attachment to start in this short visit, but we can hope for a connection - the promise of a real relationship with these two small humans. That one day they will call us "Mommy" and "Daddy."
Little fingers to curl around larger ones, little heads to nestle on shoulders ... I am dreaming of these things, and praying I am not setting myself up for disappointment.