The Real Meaning of Patience
This little guy has me so desperate to get on a plane that if I could pound down the doors to the US Embassy I would.
Since Thursday morning we have been anxiously awaiting an email from the Embassy (and anxiously is not even a good word). I have been watching over a sick child since Tuesday and the holiday festivities are looming.
Honestly? I won't be happy without my entire family together on Christmas day but that sounds so selfish. If we are together then his foster family will be missing a child they have known for an entire year. I know they love him just as much as we do.
They say patience is a virtue. Right now I am trying to dig deep to find any honor left because I feel so depleted.