I think you will get your letter on Monday.
That's what she told me yesterday.
But I've learned not to get my hopes up. I know from experience that even when they tell you the letter is ready, that doesn't necessary mean it is.
But one thing I know for sure: She's coming into upheaval, and I'm worried.
Oh, but I'm not supposed to worry about Lily, right? Consider the lilies.
Monday is Grace's first day of school. It's also Gil's first day of school. Today, this very day, we have an 11th grade student moving in with us for the year. We have a tick infestation. And then there is Josiah, who for the past three weeks has been having "stress issues," which is a nice way of saying a general increase in kicking, hitting, stealing, lying, being mean, and peeing in unusual places. Since he is three and can't tell me what is going on in his little brain, we're just chalking it up to him trying to process his older sister starting school and his younger one still not with us (and Romans 7, of course).
And I'm not anticipating that bringing Lily home will be a walk in the park. She'll have to process the loss of everything she has ever known. She is accustomed to screaming to get what she wants. And there is only 16 months age difference between her and Josiah.
It's funny--there's a part of me that wouldn't mind at this point if we have to wait another couple of weeks. But I'm keeping my mind and my heart on those lilies.
And I'll keep you posted.