I am sitting in front of a warm fire with a cup of hot tea during the first snow of the season.
Not so much.
Last Thursday afternoon we got "the call". Again.
"Birth mom... due in 3 weeks... baby girl... she wants to talk to us on Saturday afternoon."
Great! We forwarded our home phone to our cell (since we were going to be out). We watched the cell phone like a pot waiting to boil. And you know about a watched pot...
And the adoption roller coaster crests and starts down again.
Please pull up a cozy chair. Pour yourself a mug of hot tea and join me for some tea and sympathy.
(If I were in a song, I'd be cryin' in my beer).