Monday, February 11, 2008

One Hundred Hours Until I Meet You

Or two weeks, or two days, or....

Wow. I'm still crying over this essay. Thinking about the moment I get to meet my "long lost friend" is consuming my mind. Thinking about two weeks later, when I am tired and confused is also on my mind. I am about to be tested and tried in a way I can't even imagine, but I am so excited to start.

2 comments:

Chelle said...

Thanks for the link, that really is a great post. I can't wait to meet her!!

runningfan said...

Ah, so tender. Beware, the crying doesn't stop once Baby arrives. The ten-week-old in my arms still turns on the waterworks for tender things.