I'm approaching Day 60 of my virtual friendship with Daniel. It's an intimate non-contact friendship, and he is my rock. I don't know where it's going. I don't always need to know, either. He's an instrument of peace, and my life (as good as it was before) is just way better with him in it.
My friend from Paris got deployed. He's heading overseas soon. We're not an item, but I'm definitely feeling it. He's a good man.
There is no Ethiopian adoption match in near term view, and there is nothing special about my file at this time. It's in a queue somewhere. That's all I know. In terms of what I feel, it's more along the lines of if/when there is a true need for my intervention in the lives of these TBD children, then there will be news. It's been 22 months since I retained the agency to start the process.
Yesterday marked the 11th anniversary of the birth of my second biological child. I felt that too. I didn't wallow in it. I stayed up late watching a library video on the Ethiopian fistula hospital.
Work is good. I have great clients, and my health is good.
The universe is unfolding as it should.
Musical theatre is working out well, and I made a shoe bag. Did I mention my recent trip to Barcelona? That was amazing. I am looking at Lonely Planet Alaska now.
The custody/support/court thing is on again / off again. I've got an out-of-court meeting planned with her father for next week.
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