Not as much movement as last month, but we're headed in the right direction. Very exciting.
A few weeks ago, we met another lovely family adopting from Ethiopia, only one spot behind us on the waiting list. We had dinner with Bill, Missy, Tate, Em, and Jack, originators of Team Kollar. They served us a wonderful supper and we had great conversation. Lord willing, we'll receive referrals and court dates together so we have friendly faces when we travel! They're out in the world doing great work for Campus Crusade. Very cool.
As far as boring and uninteresting news; our good friends were getting rid of their king-size bed and offered it to us. Now, I'm not complaining, but we've had the....er....luxury....of sleeping in a full size bed since we got married. I don't know why they call it "full-size", unless they're referring to when Jana and one child are in the bed together, it is "full". Not that having 4 inches of mattress during a thunderstorm is, say...uncomfortable for me...but "full size" sounds like it'd have ample space for two adults and a small child. Now, this king-size bed is something else. I was thrilled to return from Walmart (only place open at 9:00 when you realize you don't own sheets to cover a bed the size of West Virginia) and found my lovely bride and both kids in the bed...WITH ROOM FOR ME, and...if that's not enough, room for another child, say, from Ethiopia. Pretty sweet.
That night, Paisley had a nightmare, and upon returning from her room, I noticed something peculiar: Jana and I had our pillows overlapping and were crammed together in the middle of the bed. The next morning, she said: "See, we don't need that big bed, let's get our full sized bed back out."
I took a deep breath, cracked my back one last time, and said "Let's give it one more night."
That night, I was lonely off by myself on my side of the big bed. We're thinking about moving the full sized bed back in. Just kidding. At least I think she is...
