Our adoption paperwork has been accepted and thus filed. We now have an actual start date. As I was filling in the child preferences (age, sex, ethnicity – as per the current law), I had a sense of inertia, the inertia of a plan that commenced two years ago, when the purchase of the apartment we live in today.
We filed on Monday morning, and we were waiting in an empty hallway as most social workers were yet to arrive to work. I got to replay to an email, to a friend, and pushed hastily send as we were summoned in.
There is a new overused word in my vocabulary. I just noticed it: “progress”, and right behind it is “productive day”. We are back to filling our days with running a slew of errands. But one thing is certain: I breath in the moment. I fill my lungs with every day as is, and enjoy it.
A former customer of mine gave me a baby blanket with green turtles hanging on balloons. I never got gifts from clients, because we weren’t allowed to. Sharable, edible gifts were ok, so we had lots of cupcakes and cookies. But in my last week, some very nice women made me feel very special with farewell symbolic gifts. I got a tiny wooden spoon with a rubbery red scoop. And the green baby blanket which I brought to Romania. I hope she will get to see a picture of it being used soon.
Today we celebrated with slices of quiche A La Tarte for lunch. I want to go there every week. I want to bring here all my friends, two at a time 🙂