Dreaming

I had my first "adoption dream" the other night. Sounds silly to say that we've been in this process for about 7 months and it's the first one that I've had. Rather, it's more like the first dream that made our process feel real.

There wasn't much to it really. I was traveling without John and I just happened to be walking along and found my "son". I don't recall where specifically I was but I remember that he was from Nepal and he was about 2-3 years old. We made our way through his little village - and then I woke up.

Like I said, not much to it. But I'm holding onto that dream until we actually do bring our kid home.

And no, we don't qualify yet to adopt from Nepal. In case you were wondering...