Six Days...

I meet my boy in six days. Still hasn't hit me. I think it will hit me when I get on the plane.

Doesn't look like I'm going to be able to bring him home on this trip. That makes me a little sad but it will all work out. I'm making mental lists of what I want to do during our time between when I come home and when we leave again. We should have about a month and then be in the air.

I have to clean and pack this week. I saved the good cleaning until last so everything would be tidy while I'm gone.

Six days until I meet my boy! What will he look like? What will I look like to him? Will he cry the whole time? Will I?

I can't wait to find out all about him. I should be able to find out what his story is. And I have to take an outfit to see what will fit. I wish I could sneak a scale so I can weigh him. And I wish I could sneak Baby in my suitcase and bring him home.

I'm very excited about this trip. I will be doing all kinds of things in several different orphanages. Mostly, I'm excited to experience my son's country. I will be able to share that with him one day. And I'm excited to be able to give back to a country that will be giving us so much.

Six days.