My head feels like it's gonna explode. I can't tell if it is a cold, or dreaded allergies. All I know is that I can't stop sneezing, my nose itches so much I want to rip it off and this cough tells me that my asthma is back.
For those in the adoption process, do you find yourself wondering how many seasons will pass before your little one comes home? Do you count the weekends or full moons...the weeks or months? I find everything reminds me that Little Man isn't here. Even the daffodils that are blooming...he should be here picking them for Mama. Next spring he will be here...God willing, that is.
I want to put a countdown clock until his birthday. But I'm afraid he won't be home before then and my heart will break having a visual reminder. What to do...what to do?