Silence

Today makes it 9 months, 3 weeks, and 3 days since we first saw our son.

I remember soon after our mid-March referral a rep from our agency telling us jokingly: "I can't say for sure but I'll bet the farm you'll be traveling before it gets too warm."   :o)

Well, it got warm...  and I remember my son's birthday cake melting in the open air of our backyard during his early July birthday party (minus one birthday boy).  

And then it got hot. Very hot.  103 degrees to be exact.  But we kept our spirits high with the knowledge that we were next; that we would definitely have him in our arms before it got cool again.

Except it did get cool.....fast.  So much so it snowed in October... no, really.  Who would have thought?  But there was no movement... we still didn’t have him yet.  

It was okay though, because we kept telling ourselves that we were next; that for sure we’d have him in time for the holidays!   Now that would be something!

Except that’s not what happened.

Word finally came that we were not next. That we would not travel as expected.... that we would not have him in time for the holidays...

...And then it got cold.

And, by golly, it just keeps getting colder.

Because silence is cold.  

And that is all we have for now  --  silence.