Almost Here…

In about two hours, this little boy of my heart is going to be boarding his plane.  He’s probably sitting in the airport right now, thinking of….ahhh, who am I kidding.  He’s a boy.  Someone is probably yelling at him to get off the moving sidewalk again and to stop playing with the water fountain.  I’m sure he will be different when he gets here.  He has three flights, and will have traveled through four airports to get to me.  His manifest is almost 20 hours long,  and that doesn’t count the three hours it took to get to the airport, or the three hours on our end to get home.

People keep asking me if I’m ready…and I guess the answer is that I was ready the second I saw his picture.  The rest is all fluff, really.  But right now, the fluff is suffocating me.  So many details floating around in my brain, so many things that I wish I could have done more quickly or more smoothly….and I’m sure I won’t remember a single one of them when I am standing there with Little Man, watching Soccer Boy walk towards us.  In the flesh.  Into our lives for real.

And I know that I couldn’t do it if it weren’t for the rest of you, caring for me, giving me encouragement to plow through the details and supporting me financially to be able to provide for this little boy.  Many of you have asked what else I need.  I would love a baseball mitt, and some soccer balls to send home with him, and clothes (when I know his size).  But right now, I just need him to be here.

So close.

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