Easter Saturday and Waiting.
Today, at one point, Edson and I were cuddling in a chair and both crying. Not sure either of us could have actually told you why we were, other than the fact that we are just both tired. Tired of waiting. One night recently, Edson was lying in bed looking pensive (not his default), and I asked him what was going on. He sighed, and said he was sad for one of his "brothers", because he was going to have to wait so long to get a family. "I waited a long time for you to adopt me. I knew you would, but it took a long time." Sometimes I forget that those months when I was doing paperwork, waiting for the next piece of paper to be handed on, he was waiting too. And then I got visits, and we had to wait for him to come live with me. And then he came home, and we had to wait for finalisation. And then we got finalisation and we waited for the next thing, and the next, and the next. And now, Edson asks daily when we can go to Ireland, but we're here - wai