Stuck Like Glue....

Yes, it has happend, I've become attached.  I've become attached to a little girl but I cannot assure yet that she will join our family.  I told myself not to do this. Not to think of her being in our home, not to think of her in pictures on our wall, not to think of her playing with her sisters, but I can't help it.  We are very close to being able to request that she join our family, and I keep telling myself that if it is meant to be, she will join our family. If God has other plans for her, then she will be where He wants her to be. 

But, you know me (and if you don't let me assure you that those who do will all agree). I am IMPATIENT.  Especially when I make up my mind.  Tony has not committed ("I'm thinking about it") but at the same time, he says that it just doesn't seem right to subject a little boy to a "house full of estrogen" and her profile is the only profile of a girl we've reviewed. So I think he is hooked to, but is doing a bit of a better job than I am about distancing myself.  He is trying to stay unattached.

In a few days, we will have all of our documents to AAI (Yes, the previous post showed our dossier had arrived at AAI, but they want an updated tax form for 2009 that we hadn't filed yet).  Also, our notarized homestudy hasn't gotten to AAI yet either due to some changes in the background check system.  But, the tax form should arrive Monday and the homestudy not far behind that.  As soon as all the paperwork is recieved (and Tony gives the OK) then hopefully I can let myself become more attached.  We can request that the little girl join our family.

Yes, I know court has to happen too, but I'm faithful that if God led us this far, he will keep things moving toward his goal. 

I'm faithful that God has plans for this little girl and that she will do great things where ever she goes. So, I will pray for patience and peace in His plan and timing.  Our social worker reminded me that God is preparing us and our heart for the child he wants with us.  He is also preparing the heart of the child that is to become part of our family.  I try to tell myself that by personally taking on the properties of gum stuck in hair that even if this little girl doesn't join our family, that the preparation in my heart that she made was God's work.

So, since I know I can't completely fight the attachment, I'll just pray that God continues to move things forward (like the Fed Ex truck and Tony getting home early enough to get the tax form notarized tomorrow).