Waiting is hard.
Waiting is hard. This isn't new news, or something I didn't think we would face in this process, but what happens in the waiting is harder. And sometimes, as much as you anticipate it, there really is no amount of head knowledge of the struggle, that helps with the actual challenges that come up in this process. I knew we wouldn't be with Rowan over the holidays this year. I knew we would miss her not being here. I knew that we would be sending most of our gifts to her, halfway around the world. And yet, here I sit. Sad. Beyond sad, and missing a child we so long to be with. I had also hoped that we would be submitted for Rowan's emigration permit by this point. On January 5th, it will be 6 months on this step alone, and I'm weary. There is no end in sight. I watch others move forward, but it feels like it will never happen for our girl. I also feel the weight of carrying this hope and frustration tangled up togeth...