Pre-adoption breakdowns have become the norm in our once stable household. We have teenager hormones running rampant (despite our denial), ten-ager tantrums, and mommy "we are bringing home a baby in 4 weeks" meltdowns to deal with. Poor, poor Dan.
Bring on the tears, the not eating/eating too much, the waking at dawn, the lists, the packing, the teeth-grinding, the TMJ...I develop serious stress symptoms in the midst of adoptions.
Bring on the baby...most of all, bring on the baby.
Let him be loved tonight, let him be fed, maybe a quick cuddle? Lord, let him know that we are coming. Let him know that he is loved. Watch over our precious boy, just as you watched over our precious girls.
And now to Him who is able to do infinitely more than we ever dared to ask or to imagine...to Him be the glory.