With adoption, the conversations are different. You find yourself engaging in lunch time conversations like this.
Co-worker: Say, how's that adoption thing going?
Me (in my head): Adoption thing? Oh by that you mean the blessed arrival of our daughter whom we have been anticipating for the last 2 years?!?
Me (out loud): Well, you know how it goes, could be this fall, could be next spring. With international adoption, you just never know.
Co-worker: Wow, did you try that meat loaf. It's like, the best thing I've eaten at the cafeteria. I mean like, ever. And that's saying something because last week they had this chicken that...
Me: (in my head): I bet if you were a dog, you'd be impossible to walk. Every running squirrel, falling leaf and whiff of whatever it is they smell on fire hydrants would have you running off in a different direction. This is my daughter we're talking about. Focus for a second.
Me: (out loud): Yep, good stuff Bill, darn good stuff.
We've been waiting three months now to find out who our daughter will be. Apparently we have about two more months to go. Or one. Or Six. You just never know. I'm a pretty patient guy, but I'm getting really excited to see her picture, and, more importantly, bring her home.
To the woman who gave birth to her, I can only say may God be with you. I can't imagine having to make that decision. We will love, cherish and protect your daughter. She will sleep in our arms, get smothered in our kisses and want for nothing.
Three months down, two to go. I hope only two.