This February I got a phone call.
I knew it was coming, in a general way. Not the day or the time. I had a feeling when Hannah messaged that she needed to call me, that it was important. And it was. They were calling to introduce me to their little boy. After a year on the adoption list, they got the call, drove to Managua, met their son.
t's all too fast.
I wish I could somehow slow things down (at the same time that I am greedy and impatient for what's next). No better illustration than a dinner I had last week with an old friend from far away. Over Violette liqueur and cheese we counted years and all that's filled them since we last spoke. Thirteen or so. Has it really been so long? I do not feel that old.