Other days there just aren't enough hours in the day.
Then - there are those days ~ you know the ones... without enough hours, ever.
January 12 of last year - the day the earthquake shook the lives and literal world of so many Haitian souls- marks the day that we began searching for a way to offer ourselves in a helpful way to these wonderful and beautiful people. Working in Haiti had left an imprint on my heart. What we ultimately came to, was to open our family to a child in need. After days of research and calls, it became apparent that adopting a child from Haiti would not be an option in the near future. I continued reading, asking questions, researching for weeks until ultimately finding myself turned toward the East. Africa. Ethiopia to be exact.
Having a few friends who were fabulous and supportive resources (Thank you Alex) we moved ahead to begin the tasks that adoption requires - and the lists seemed endless. And invasive. And with the sort of scrutiny usually reserved for elected officials engaging in wicked and dastardly behavior.
Looking back -almost one year later, I will admit that I fully believed we would have welcomed a child into our family by now. Instead, we are only 4 months into the waiting period.
Looking ahead - even though it is still the proverbial "mirage in the distance", the glimmer of light I see reflecting, shines a little brighter every day.
We are being still today - it is a snow day. No school. No work, No yoga. Stealing the time to lay in bed with my girls, in our pajamas, under the heavy weight of our coziest blankets to watch a movie. The movie was "UP" - a beautiful story of love, and of two people finding each other in the most unlikely of circumstances. Serendipitous or Providence? I'll let ya know.
