Bachelor finally ended this week. My watch group is delightful and we had quite the feast to celebrate the end of the most controversial Bachelor ever. Soup! Sandwich ring! Veggies! Champagne! My dear Ashley brought some champagne and put one in the fridge for later. Stop me if you've heard this one before...
Yeah, so I went to make a smoothie on Thursday morning and this is what I found.
Surprise! You can't leave champagne in the freezer for four days.
Anywho, it's bittersweet that the show is over but since Ben truly did look like Francine from the children's book series "Arthur" I'm sort of over it. I will miss my ladies but we'll reconvene in May to watch Emily and 25 crazy men. Ashley has tried to champion a "Dancing With the Stars" watch party to no one's amusement but Ashley's.
Ashley is very convincing.
Did I mention she brings champagne? And fondue on occasion?
So, aside from the watch party Mondays, I have been a busy bee...work, 4th grade girls Bible study, adult women's Bible study, the whole shebang. We know this adoption thing is slow so I guess subconsciously I have been speeding up everything else in my life.
But, all the speeding up in the world can't make up for the email we got yesterday. Guess what, friends?
Ethiopian adoption wait times for our agency have SLOWED DOWN.
Now's here's the thing. We've known they were slowing down. All you have to do is take a quick look at our unofficial list with our agency to realize things aren't moving in the fast lane. But it's a totally different thing to get an email confirming that dreaded suspicion.
Yesterday's email delayed the wait time from 10-18 months to 18-24 months. We know this isn't the last of it either. The email also mentioned the belief that this dreaded slow down will keep, well, slowing down.
No, you know, I take that back. I don't think God is laughing. I think he deeply cares for all of us in the wait. But I also think I have so much more to learn that it's perfectly fine that he's given me more time to learn it. Do I love that I may turn 30 and not have my little man at home with me? Well, no. I don't. But I also have a strange peace about it.
More strawberry Andre, I guess.