September 27, 2013 § Leave a comment
I wonder if there is an equivalent word to “Bridezilla” for an AP (Adoptive Parent) going cah-razy during the eleventh hour of the pre-placement period.
There is much high pitched incomprehensible banter between Jamie and myself and other APs these days. A passerby might see flailing arms and angry tears (the kind that spurt straight out) and loving sighs and tears of gladness (the kind that gracefully roll) all in the same short conversation. That would be just another set of wired APs doing their thang.
We are experiencing equal bouts of excitement and angst: We could be with our daughter right now, but we can’t. There is more paper and forms to fill out and more waiting for approvals from the powers that be—just to travel! BUT, we hope to be on a bird by the end of October.Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars. – Gilbert Parker