I keep thinking about tomorrow.
October 28, 2010.
The number of months we have been waiting since we got our referral.
I haven't been counting the months at all...or I tried not to.
Tomorrow has been creeping into my head all week.
I am not sure why now but it could be anyone of the following reasons:
I am tired.
I am defeated.
I am deflated.
I am sad.
I am not sleeping.
I am angry.
I am frustrated.
I am worried.
I am hurting.
I feel like I'm living a nightmare which I can't seem to wake up from.
I feel like this will never end for us.
I just want it to be over and our son to be home with us.
Tomorrow is 16 months since we saw our wee son's face for the first time.
Since then he has grown into a handsome little toddler.
I just want our son to be home with us.