We are ready. . . still. . . again. . .

If you've been a frequent reader of this blog, you know that every so often cosmic forces cause me to act in a certain direction (really it's the spirit telling me that something is about to happen and to get ready) and then nothing happens. But, when we keep a sense of humor and not get too wrapped up in guessing what-if's about our future child, it's also kind of amusing.

A couple of days ago, Paul kept insisting that he was a big brother. This was totally out of the blue (there weren't any shows on that talked about being a big brother on TV, nor had we been reading any books about it). At one point he told me that he had a brother. Then he said, no, a sister. He has a hard time knowing what the difference between a brother and a sister is sometime and calls all kids, even his cousins and friends at church his "brothers". But he decided it was so this week. So, we have that to joke around about. Too bad Paul doesn't have any other insights into how or where his brother/sister is coming to us.

We have no control whatsoever over what is going to happen, which is a great symbolism for life in general. We can't predict the future, no matter how hard we wish it were so, but we can be led by the spirit and feel peace that we are on the right path.

Tom has been very compassionate about all of this weirdness and lends support (and humor) whenever he can. He was opening a fortune cookie yesterday and read: "A baby will soon come into your life." Then he tossed it away. I had to dive in the trash after the fortune, which, of course, said nothing of the sort. Silly Tom. He is actually very patient and at peace with turning over our future to the universe and letting it all just "be."

It got so bad that I was filling out some forms yesterday for Tom to take to a new chiropractic visit and under "number of children" I actually wrote "2". It wasn't until I got further down the form that I realized what I had done and scratched it out and wrote "1."

I called the LDS Family Services office here in town to check on some things. Everything was in order so far. Hmmmm. . . they are probably used to neurotic potential adoptive parents! I promise I'm not usually like this. We're trying everything in our power to remove any road blocks a child might have to finding and joining our family. If we have to drive through the night, or jump on a plane, or camp out in the wilderness and wait for him/her, we would do it. Actually, that last one might be a little too fun for Tom. So, little mystery baby, if your mom or dad or grandparents are reading, we are ready for you now. And we will be, whenever you are ready to come to us.