There's nothing that kills my Christmas spirit faster than seeing our Christmas tree cut up into small pieces and smashed into the yard waste bin. And to think that just two weeks ago it was the jewel of our home, glittering with possibility, the center of our boys' wide-eyed Christmas dreams. I happened to see it last night as I dumped the last sack of vegetable scraps into the bin. And now it's waiting on the curb ready to be picked up by the city and eventually ground into compost. And with that, it's time to move on!
I usually think of this time of year as the doldrums, a belt of calm where the winds are slight. And besides a few birthdays, there really isn't much going on. We are spending a lot of time inside these days because of the cold and damp weather. We have no trips planned. And we are about to begin a long stretch of waiting in our adoption journey. As soon as our dossier is sent to Ethiopia, we begin to wait for our referral (when the agency matches us with a baby and sends photos and health information) which they estimate will take between two and four months. It's strange and a bit unsettling to think that our daughter is probably already born at this point.
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