It's coming up so quickly. Not quite quick enough, but enough that the end is in sight. It hasn't been the greatest of times apart. There have been some strenuous hurdles to jump over, struggles that would have been easier to get through if you were here... Hailey is almost back to her old self; her and Baby Kitty are chasing eachother around the house, cuddling with one another, seeing who can get to the water bowl first after I fill it up. She races me to the door, letting me know that she has to go out. Later, we found out about the PCOS and the newest medications I have to be on, oh the joys of THOSE medications... After months of being jerked around by the Child Development Center, finally came to the conclusion that it was not the place for me, and that we would rather work along the support system of our friends/family members in the immediate area, babysitting their children around our own schedule, then the restrictive and almost non-existant schedule of the CDC... It hasn't been the easiest time, but we've made it through.
Soon, you'll be home, walking into your house with all of your guests, your 2-month late birthday presents. We will have a great photographer take some awesome pictures of us as you step out of the terminal and into my arms. We will find a great field to get more photos done for future Christmas cards... And, when you come home, you will have food you've longed for... Not the prisonish food you've eaten for the past little while. You'll have barbeque, vegetables, fruit, dessert... Games... Friends. The house will be decorated, waiting upon your arrival. You have been missed. Not only by me, but by some furry, four-legged critters, who every time they hear your voice on the speaker-phone, their heads cock back-and-forth.
