I saw the notification of your submission and the title grabbed me; I mean, what kind of person would I be if you couldn’t stop crying and I just went back to plucking my chin hair and didn’t even stop to find out what was wrong?
So, anyway, it sucks that you’re waiting the wait you’re waiting. I know it has to be such an exhausting thing. My hardest trials are those I can’t predict: length, outcome, etc. Because there’s no way to focus on it coming to an end until, really, some sort of outcome is realized. So I send you the knowledge that I understand why this would turn your whole life upside down; this thing that really, is not actually a thing, until it is, and I know stuff like this takes pieces of you bit by bit if you let it, and it will wear your relationship down if you let it. Please take extra care of yourself and know someone in Alaska is saying a prayer, full of hope that an extremely lucky little person’s time to meet his or her forever mom and dad comes very, very soon, by whatever means necessary. ❤
And obviously, I went ahead and published the piece. I’m not officially on duty, so hopefully I stepped on zero toes. :)