It's not over until it begins.

It's hard to believe it's been more than a month since we learned about Baby Boy Stone. (Ok, 5 weeks, 3 hours and 30 minutes. But who's counting?)

And yes, it's entirely possible to fall in love with a picture. We are fortunate enough to have received 2 great referral pictures with THE phone call. Then, as a total surprise, we got 2 update photos a month later!  And I'm not bragging or anything, but he is the cutest baby ever. Seriously. He is. We've already had two marriage requests from friends with babies. Obviously the dowry requirements will be extraordinary :).

I am in complete and total denial about the timeline, and assume/hope all things will work out to get him home in some kind of record time. Any thoughts to the contrary, and I dissolve into an ugly, crying mess within seconds. (Seriously, ask Terry.) In the meantime, the list of to-do's grows exponentially, as do my sleepless nights - up with thoughts about him and all we have to do. I don't often go an hour, hell, 10 minutes, without thinking of him.

It's a strange feeling, having a child half-way around the world with whom you're developing a bond. One you know you'll need to love, nurture, protect and raise to the best of your ability - but who you can't hold in your arms. The most common and very sincere question we get is "Well, why can't you just go get him NOW?" (See aforementioned comment on dissolving into ugly crying mess...)

And of course it's not over until it's over. Or, it's not over until it begins might be a better way to state it. Until his little brown feet touch the ground in the US, I won't be completely at ease with this process.