Leading the BLIND

I have a weird feeling right now.  The best analogy that I can come up with is that of a woman who knows she will deliver her baby on a certain day due to a scheduled C-section.  However, I think that both of us, Chris and I, are feeling the same thing right now.  We are anxious.  We have lots of energy.  We have no words.  We are excited.  We are scared.  We are thinking about our son.  We are thinking about our court date on Tuesday.  We are praying that it will be successful.  As his parents, we feel helpless.  Everything is out of our hands.  We try to keep ourselves busy.  We wish time away.  We are preparing to take a trip of our lifetime.  We are trying to learn about Ethiopia.  We are trying to learn about being parents.  We are nervous. We want our son to know he has been loved from the time that he was born.  We want his transition to be easy.  We know that we are a family that will encounter issues.  We want to have answers for our son.  We want people to know that we would not trade this journey for anything.  We miss our son.  We wish we could hold him.  We wish that he could hear us tell him we love him.  When we are missing him, we go to his room.  We go through his things.  We read his books.  We look at his clothes.  We talk about what we will take to Ethiopia.  We are excited.  We are anxious.  We are waiting...waiting patiently to hear if he is legally our son.  We are praying.  Praying hard.