Six months ago today, we received Milo's referral.
I'm trying to figure out how I feel about that.
It's been half a year since we saw his face. On one hand... that's a really long time to be waiting for a child to come home. On the other hand, we've known all along that we would need to wait at least six months to travel.
So, today, I don't find myself sad or morose today.* Instead, I find myself giddy. Joyful, almost. Because we're finally getting close to "go time." We're entering the window where stuff is going to start happening.
Six months down, and I don't know how many more to go. I think it's safe to say that we are more than halfway there.
So here's to being six months closer. I'm choosing to celebrate instead of mourn. I'm choosing joy instead of sadness.
Six Months. Cheers!
*Just to clarify, I don't find myself sad about the day. I do find myself very sad when I think about all the days and months we are missing with our boy.