Happy New Year. Another Christmas come and gone, the end of one year, and the fresh faced promises of a new one. My holiday was fairly quiet as I was off between Christmas and New Year’s but hubby wasn’t. So I had a lot of time on my own, which should have lead to blogging *cough, cough*, but obviously didn’t. But one thing it did lead to was daydreaming about the possibility of next Christmas being a little different.
Even though I know that next Christmas would be the perfect scenario, being we haven’t even submitted our application yet, I still couldn’t stop myself. Besides, who knows? For example, on one of the adoption chat boards I visit, a family is just in the process of transitioning with their new son after only nine months of starting the process. Logically, I know it will likely be longer, but a girl can dream, can’t she? Dream of how much better it will be sharing the holiday with one or hopefully, two little ones full of excitement and awe. Christmas baking with little hands…packing up the car to go visit family…tucking them in on Christmas Eve…their little faces on Christmas morning. I cannot wait for all the holiday traditions that will start on purpose, or even better, by accident. Just can’t wait.
It’s amazing how much I love these little people and I don’t even know who they are. And when we actually do know them, the day will come when they will one day invade our mundane adult lives, and inject it with all the things children bring. That includes the good, the bad and the ugly. All are welcome. Obviously the good is more fun to daydream about, but as weird as it may sound, I’m excited for all of it. That said, I may be a dreamer, but I’m also a realist. I’m sure that one day in the not so distant future, I will write a blog cursing myself for ever daring to imagine we could take all this on. But for now, I’m just going to enjoy the dreams as they come.