I and my family are anticipating the probable finalization of our boys' adoption. We've been told that it will probably happen in June though possibly July..."IF the appeals court rules our way." Somehow the probably and possibly and IF of the situation do nothing to calm the inner voice that speaks to me in the night. "It could go the other way. It's not probable but it is possible." I know that the appeals court usually upholds the lower courts ruling. I know that they usually do. The sporadic unusual outcome keeps me up at night.
In the still of the night I count my blessings, nod off to sleep and dream of August. The month after June and July.
I just can't believe my Life.