Anyways, I'm kind of there right now. It's not a bad place to be, except you forget to remember that you're talking to a grandpa about how successful his son's adoption process went, whilst your own kids are running into people's sunburned legs.
"Pardon me. I'm sorry. I was day dreaming. How's that coffee feel? On your leg? Aloe vera?"
TWO adoption stories were gift-wrapped beautifully today, and given to me with shiny, pretty bows. TWO beautiful children who were scooped up into loving families through the miracle of adoption. I think I'm walking around with the Scarlet Letter on me, only my Letter A is screaming ADOPTION.
There, I said it.
I want to.
Really, I do.
As for the husband... he indulges my fantasy every now and then. It's a start. Like today when he complimented the brown skinned, chubby-legged, weeble wobble, gorgeous baby to her proud (adoptive) parents. It's a tease. It gets me fired up.
Speaking of gift wrap... (nice segue), look what I won over at Wendi 's place...
No, not that adorable little boy up there...
Look down here...
That cool Duke visor on my little girlie (she was temporarily borrowing it). Yup, I wish I had taken a photo of Wendi's lovely handwriting and pretty gift wrap, but I was too eager to rip it open and place it on my noggin. Thanks Wendi! I love it! And the gummy bears and sour worms are DELISH. I know they were for the kids. I shared them, sort of.